This past weekend was Mother's Day.  At the last minute I decided to take Auggie with me to St. Pete to see Grace one last time before she left for Australia (she left this morning).  We literally did not leave 465 from the time we arrived at 3PM on Saturday to the time we left at 5PM on Sunday.  Soon after arriving my dad took Auggie with him to run some errands and I passed out for an hour and a half, getting that type of deep, gloriously cozy and rejuvenating sleep that one can only get when under the same roof with their mama in the house they grew up in.  When I woke up, Colin was there and Grace and the Allen showed up not long after.  We ate a great meal on the back patio and the kids swam in the pool.  At night, I was able to snuggle with Auggie on the couch till he fell asleep in my arms, something that I always want to do but can't because B and Elek would get jealous and I would feel guilty not spreading the love around.  I took Beata to St. Pete without the boys on my mom's birthday weekend this year and that was so nice too.  It is a whole other experience having just one of the kiddos with me.  I love being able to give them my full attention and not feel constantly torn between 3 little humans who all want me to focus on them.  Without the incessant infighting and tormenting a single kid is so much more pleasant to be around too.  Beata's whining completely disappears when the boys aren't there to harass her.

Anyways, back to this weekend.  Sunday we did absolutely nothing but laze around and eat.  Grace packed her bags and we kinda stared at each other a lot like we felt like there were a million things we should be saying because she would be gone for a year but unable to think of anything that hadn't already been said (e.g."I am so excited for you," "you are going to have so much fun," "don't forget to journal") we instead shot the shit ("don't forget to wear sunscreen," "I can't believe that Aiden from Sex and the City and Bo Derek are dating!").  It's funny because I just got off of Skype with Grace a few minutes ago (she is waiting around for 14 hours at LAX to board a 14 hour non-stop flight to AU) and we both agreed that in our short convos on the phone today we covered more and deeper ground than we covered the whole time we were together this weekend.  Funny how pressure works :)

Saturday morning I was awoken around 7:30AM by the door opening and little feet running into my room.  Elek  laid something on my stomach and then bolted out of the room.  I moved my hand to touch the object and my fingers landed in a heap of strawberry preserves.  I sat up and smiled big when I saw that the preserves had been spread on bread (not toast) and that the two slices of bread rested on a piece of white computer paper (he couldn't reach the plates).  To my surprise (and relief because I knew I would have to fake it if it was disgusting) the preserves on honey wheat was delicious.  Soon after I too the first bite Elek came back in the room, beaming.  "I made it all by myself!!! I told you I was going to make you breakfast in bed! Did you like it?? " "Loved it! But ya know what, I'm getting full.  Do you want the other slice?" "Sure mom, sure."  As if it was his duty to dispose of the food but also as if he had died and gone to Heaven.  He is such a sweet boy.  He can be a stinker but he sure is sweet.