Our first weekend in our home landed on one in my honor, oddly enough. It was the perfect beginning of our reunited lives here in Kansas.
The fun started with our first visitor, Shannon. We've been friends for years and she taught me all I know about the blogging world.
With Payton, her precious daughter.
They brought these gorgeous hydrangeas, one of my favorite flowers.
Carter with Blake, her son. Although they're close in age, they have little in common interest wise, so we were thrilled to see how well they got along. Shannon and family live in Wichita, so we have many future visits ahead!
Saturday included a visit at the Deanna Rose Farmstead here in town. One of the cutest places I've ever been, inside Kansas or out. More pics to come in a separate post.
It's a petting zoo/playground haven/carriage ride and more.
Here is baby Laine checking out the white mama goose nesting while the gray daddy sends out words of caution for being too close!
After the farm, we drove to The Plaza for a walk and some shopping.
Like mother, like daughter.
Mother's Day brought a morning of sleeping in, more flowers (from sweet friends, the DeCoccos in Colorado), lovely and creative gifts from Blake (more later) and a picnic!
I really love receiving flowers because I enjoy them for at least a couple of weeks.....changing the water often....pulling out dying pieces.....cutting the arrangement back as needed.....creating a few different looks for each grouping. Here is about mid-way through for the lovely tulips.
That afternoon, we headed out to Loose Park in KC. Beautiful, beautiful area and rated "best place for a picnic" in the city. Agreed. We'll be back!
Lainey got started immediately looking for our meal because she eats more than any child I've ever seen.
The middle child. In so many, many ways.
Found it! Help yourself, Laine.
"Mae-ee's going." (Lainey's going. Do something, Mom!)
The sweet boy who first made this day possible for me. We had no idea what lay ahead for us.....what an honor it is being his mom.
It started raining and so we had to cut our stay short. Lainey refused to let go of her second piece of chicken, this time a leg.
Still eating. No idea how she's so little!
Reminds me a bit of Kramer here eating Kenny Roger's in his bed.