Mother's Day Weekend

Slowly but surely I am catching up with my posts!

Mother's Day weekend started on Friday evening with my school's carnival. I was pretty much flabbergasted when I arrived on the campus to see it totally transformed into an actual carnival--complete with a climbing wall, train rides, big blow up things to jump on, a Ben and Jerry's ice cream cart...(I am definitely not in the South Bronx anymore).
There wasn't much Isabella could do, so I thought for sure she'd love the train ride. Not so. She hated it. She clung to me and cried the whole time. I attempted to jump off at one point, but the train people were serious about safety. Isabella had to endure two loops around the carnival while inhaling stinky gas fumes. She'll probably never board another train again. I tried to make it up to her by sharing a slice of pizza and a bottle of water afterwards.

On Saturday morning, we woke up early and headed to Golden Gate Park in San Fran. for another 5K run with the Girls on the Run organization. It was a gorgeous day and a great run!


Mom, Dad, Mark and Isabella came to cheer me on.
The adulation after finishing a race can only last for so long...baby needs to eat.
So I gave Isabella her bottle and pretty much crashed.
and posed for family pics.

After the race we headed back to Mill Valley for a big breakfast at the Dipsea Cafe.
Finally the attention was back on Isabella where she knew it belonged the whole time.
I told Mark if he wanted to get me a Mother's Day present, perhaps a new, breathable racing cap would be lovely so I could finally retire my faded, gross Red Sox cap. It sure is lovely.
On Saturday night we went out on a date. Mark and I saw the new Star Trek movie and ate at P.F. Chang's. I was so excited to be out on the town with Mark I planned to take pictures of everything. I forgot. I remembered I had the camera right after we finished dessert. Soooo good!
Sunday, Mother's Day. Isabella came in with Mark to wake me up and handed me a blue box with this note: (see below).

Translation: Mama, since I can't talk yet, I have to write you this. Dada is helping me.
Happy Mama's Day. Love, Bisa Ella.
Inside the box was a beautiful shirt from one of my favorite stores, Title Nine.

After church we went back to my parents' for a lovely Sunday mom's day brunch. Eggs, bacon, and homemade cinnamon rolls.