A Mom Visit

My mom came for a visit over the last few days. I love when she visits. She's from South Dakota so these moments are few and far between, but precious as all get out. We pack more in the days when she's here than most people do in a month.

First event, Austyn's birthday party. Her birthday isn't until October 2nd but since mom was here I thought we'd celebrate early.

I made this cake:

Two days and several Christian curse words went into making this cake. I suppose love for my little Aussie drove me to make it, but when I was frosting it I was actually thinking more along the lines of "she better appreciate this cake or I'll #?!.". I now hate Dora.

This is what I looked like after I made this cake:

I'm not kidding. I literally had to go to my favorite massage therapist followed by a visit to the chiropractor yesterday.

Austyn was so excited when she got her new Dora doll.

Not so excited when sister took it away:

Sharing the limelight is a bit of an issue in our house.

Main Event: Arts and Crafts Fair. This is how I lured my mom into coming. She's a sucker every time. Once she's taken the bait I then plan everything else around her visit. While I'd love to say it's me and my kids she comes to see...we'd best be truthful about it - it's the love of a unique find at the craft fair. I've inherited this love from her. She found lots of great treasures.

I found this beauty:

I'm verging on the brink of having too many flower arrangements in my home...I'm going to be the 80 year old lady who has fake flowers in all my pots outside and randomly stuck in decorations.

Worst event: State Fair. We thought we'd go visit the State Fair in Hutch. It sounded like a great plan at the time but when we got there on Sunday it was overcrowded and hovering around 90 degrees. I was instantly cranky. Even before my kids! We stopped at the petting zoo, rode rides, visited the butter sculpture, saw the biggest pumpkin exhibit - it weighed in at 771 lbs in case you're interested. I wasn't, I was too sweaty and hot. I was holding it together until I stopped to get my favorite snack at the State Fair: fried cheese curds. But they were out of them! I get these every year and I was just sure they would bring me out of my misery...how depressing! Remind me not to go on the last day of the fair next year.

Thanks for the great visit mom....miss you already!