Mother's Day

I was totally and completely spoiled this year for Mother's Day. Paul organised a lovely brunch up at the Melville Rose Garden for us all. Yvonne, Keith, the boys and I strolled through the rose gardens smelling all the roses and trying to decide which ones smelled the best, did American Ninja Warrior races at the nature playground, and fed all the greedy, big-mouthed fish down at the koi pond. 

When we finally made it back home, some local burn-offs had made the air around our house so smoky that we decided to can our afternoon plans to do work around the house and instead loaded up the bikes and headed into the city. Our two little cyclists knocked my socks off as we rode nearly six kilometers around a portion of the Swan River, and then we had amazing good fortune and managed to grab a table at one of my favourite pizza spots in the city. The day couldn't have been any better.

And I haven't even mentioned the gifts!! Take a look at this incredible haul that my little boys bought, made and created for me, including some of the hottest pink lipstick I've ever seen:

Not all their creations warmed my heart, however. Really Oliver? 50?:

But one of my favourite gifts by far was Paul's surprise of tidying up our back patio and giving me a beautiful little garden (which Stella keeps trying to tear apart, and I threaten to cook her for dinner, and Elliot ends up in tears and telling me off for wanting to eat part of the family, but other than all of that I love it to death!)