I have always been a very proud mama. I recall how I felt the first time Connor sat up on his own and when he took his first steps. I remember being proud when he learned how to ride a bike and when he learned how to (really) swing a bat. Well, that time was less about pride than it was about sheer pain from the impact of the bat striking the side of my face shortly thereafter. #dontsittooclosemom
I wish I would have done a better job of documenting these past few months with Connor because holy man, I’m riding a wave of emotion right now about the amazing gift of a child I’ve been given.
It’s kind of unbelievable to look back over the course of three months and think of all that’s happened and all that’s changed. When I consider that Connor wrapped up an amazing second grade year on June 30, er, June 10 (sorry, it was a long Michigan winter) and now we’re already two weeks into third grade, it’s just tough to wrap my head around it all. Continue reading
Super suave Second grader.
Stealing my heart daily Third grader.
Always the most amazing kid I know.
So … #fbf. Is that a thing? You know what I’m referring to, right? No, not Facebook friend. Flashback Friday … you follow? Well, for your benefit I looked it up and sure enough, Urban Dictionary says it’s a thing so there you have it. Who says you don’t learn anything new on Friday?! Pfft. Continue reading
the moment that made my mother’s day.
It’s been close to a month since we returned from vacation and I’ve had neither the time nor the energy to share about all of our adventures. So, I still don’t have the energy. Sorry about that. But, I do have pictures. And they are worth a thousand words, or so I’ve heard. So, in reality, this story has like 26,000 words.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/16139502@N04/12806827964/
This would be one of the reasons I smile when Wednesday rolls around.
It is honestly completely crazy to think about that morning eight years ago when I felt my first contraction. It was February 13, just after 3:00 … in the morning, that is. Continue reading
One of my mom friends (is it weird I call them “mom friends”?) and her uber-creative daughter came up with a survey for all of our babies turning eight. I thought it would be fun to do a live q&a session to cherish forever and ever.
For the record, we did a dry run but realized it was too dark.
Isn’t he cute?
a brand new ending 