I'm pleased report that in addition to a beautiful locket from my husband and son, I changed no diapers, washed no dishes, did no laundry, and cooked no food on my first Mother's Day. It was bliss.
At the end of the day, Nelson looked exhausted.
"Tired?" I asked him.
"I feel like I've been changing poopy diapers all day," he responded.
I stifled a laugh.
Total number of poopy diapers changed by Nelson on Mother's Day: three.