The reason for all the work was a hearing in an important case. Me, representing my client, against a local business. I showed up at the hearing to a standing-room only courtroom, packed to the brim with my bosses, a local law maker, and 70+ firearm enthusiasts. I took deep breaths, refused to look behind me at all the people, and made my case before the judge.
While this was a nerve-wracking and challenging experience, I'm amazed at how not-so-scary-I-might-pass-out it was. My recent federal trials have really acclimated me to the courtroom. Comparing the attorney I was last year to the attorney I am now, it's really night and day. The funny thing is, while I felt confident and almost eloquent in the hearing, the second I walked out of the courthouse, I converted back to the awkwardly inept social speaker of my normal self. Our office had a meet and greet with local elected officials and all we had to do was go around the table and say a little about myself and I totally bombed it! Ugh! Maybe I had used up all my eloquence for the day?
This past week involved so many intense emotions. On one particular day, I was having a fantastic day as a mom and an attorney. I felt transcendentally happy and successful in all aspects of my life. I drove to work with my favorite song blasting on the radio after I had just killed the entire morning with mommy excellence- I made pancakes, from scratch; I dressed all the children; we laughed and joked as we got out the door; there were no tears or tantrums. I sat in my work parking lot waiting for the song to end, rocking out and banging my head against the air. I was, a million times over, a rockstar.
Just a typical crazy morning
The very next day Ryan was a total nightmare, I was exhausted, and Jon was fussy. This was NOT a good combo. I may have thrown a chair against the floor (while the children were all safe in their rooms screaming or crying over something). I was the embodiment of Mommy Hulk. It was not a pleasant thing, for anyone.
This weekend, emotions mostly evened out and we celebrated Ryan's third birthday. I cannot believe this guy is three. He is sweet and hilarious and a demon all at the same time.
Birthday cinnamon rolls
Today Ryan was refusing to share the Icee I bought the boys to share (after our long trip to the park).
Ryan: "I don't want to share!"
Me: "You can share or you can have nothing."
Ryan: "I'll have nothing."
Ryan: "WHERE'S MY NOTHING!"
Me: "You don't get anything. Nothing means you get zero."
Ryan: "I WANT MY ZERO. GIVE ME NOTHING!"
I don't think he quite caught on.
Happy Birthday Ry-Guy
All the kids loved helping Ryan. He loved being the center of attention.
In addition to Ninja Turtle PJs and shoes and a slew of monster trucks, Spongebob was a favorite
Jon had a teeny accident on grandpa
On Sunday we also celebrated Jon's baptism. This happened at 9:30 am and Ry's birthday was at 11:00am. We were a little "scrambly" that morning. Yes, that's a technical term.
All my boys!
Same boys after an hour of sitting not-so-nicely in church
Jon with grandpa and god-father. I love this candid shot!
Jon wasn't so sure about being baptized. Dear God, don't take it personally!
So that's kind of why I've been MIA..... At some point, I may get to posting Easter photos.