I swear it's been like a gamillion years since he started crawling/walking/talking/etc.
Jay Kay.
I'm gonna cry right into my crows feet.
I feel like one of my limbs has been hijacked (by tracker jackers) and has now become it's own person.
Doobie turns 1-2. Twelllllllvvvvvve!!!!!!!! ::ginormelous sigh::
It was a quiet celebration (by his request) with one of his besties. And I have now learned that these hats are what all the kewl kids are wearing.
I have also learned that when kids grow up they sometimes don't want mom's homemade cake but instead a store bought angel food cake. Plain.
Try to get candles to stay put and straight up and down in an angel food cake.
Then come back and report.
I earned a D+.
Along with the big twelve comes some srs responsibility (BESIDES doing his own laundry and rubbing my feet tho). Here he is on his Aaronic priesthood ordination day. Hollah at the shout out to Papa with the tie.
I don't know. Sometimes you wonder how Lifetime can put together a movie with laughter, tears, growth, mistakes, shining moments, etc., into a concise two hours (plus commercials). And then you look at your teenager and get a sudden labor pain or baby kick directly in your stomach, hear the toddler spoon-to-saucepan drum solo in your ears, taste the blow pop laced kiss from your preschooler on your mouth, and see the naked bum 8 yr old streaking from bathroom to bedroom and you realize...............yup. That felt like about two hours.
Not that I watch Lifetime movies. That's just what I hear around my mom circles.
Speaking of growing up.
::wiping snot::
Look how growed up Shed looks on his first day of!!......oh.....well......anyway.
My. Three. Sons. M. T. S. "Mitzzz". ::pointing to self:: ::making number three with hands:: ::pointing to noon day sun::
Chay Wagon started 1st grade this year. That means all day school yo. He announced that last year's first day "didn't go so well". Cuz he "didn't know how to behave yet". But proudly assured me that was not the case this time.
Cracker is officially in the "upper" grades in the big 4th. His teacher is "strict" so far. Not a problem for Dudley-Do-No-Wrong.
Brains started junior high this year. He loves it so far. I have so much to say about that. My own junior high experience was survival at best. Including but not limited to: name calling, shunning, invites to drinking parties, eating lunch by myself, holding hands with Smiley after we were both in detention, hitting my "chubby stage", Mr West (::shudder::), and pre-algebra.
::running around in a circle silently screaming::
But I'm sure he'll be fine.
PS. So many people have asked me what will I ever DO with my time now that my kids are all in school all day. (please read sarcastic tone there) Yeeeeah. You can see where that answer is going.
Jay Kay.
I'm gonna cry right into my crows feet.
I feel like one of my limbs has been hijacked (by tracker jackers) and has now become it's own person.
Doobie turns 1-2. Twelllllllvvvvvve!!!!!!!! ::ginormelous sigh::
It was a quiet celebration (by his request) with one of his besties. And I have now learned that these hats are what all the kewl kids are wearing.
I have also learned that when kids grow up they sometimes don't want mom's homemade cake but instead a store bought angel food cake. Plain.
Try to get candles to stay put and straight up and down in an angel food cake.
Then come back and report.
I earned a D+.
Along with the big twelve comes some srs responsibility (BESIDES doing his own laundry and rubbing my feet tho). Here he is on his Aaronic priesthood ordination day. Hollah at the shout out to Papa with the tie.
I don't know. Sometimes you wonder how Lifetime can put together a movie with laughter, tears, growth, mistakes, shining moments, etc., into a concise two hours (plus commercials). And then you look at your teenager and get a sudden labor pain or baby kick directly in your stomach, hear the toddler spoon-to-saucepan drum solo in your ears, taste the blow pop laced kiss from your preschooler on your mouth, and see the naked bum 8 yr old streaking from bathroom to bedroom and you realize...............yup. That felt like about two hours.
Not that I watch Lifetime movies. That's just what I hear around my mom circles.
Speaking of growing up.
::wiping snot::
Look how growed up Shed looks on his first day of!!......oh.....well......anyway.
My. Three. Sons. M. T. S. "Mitzzz". ::pointing to self:: ::making number three with hands:: ::pointing to noon day sun::
Chay Wagon started 1st grade this year. That means all day school yo. He announced that last year's first day "didn't go so well". Cuz he "didn't know how to behave yet". But proudly assured me that was not the case this time.
Cracker is officially in the "upper" grades in the big 4th. His teacher is "strict" so far. Not a problem for Dudley-Do-No-Wrong.
Brains started junior high this year. He loves it so far. I have so much to say about that. My own junior high experience was survival at best. Including but not limited to: name calling, shunning, invites to drinking parties, eating lunch by myself, holding hands with Smiley after we were both in detention, hitting my "chubby stage", Mr West (::shudder::), and pre-algebra.
::running around in a circle silently screaming::
But I'm sure he'll be fine.
PS. So many people have asked me what will I ever DO with my time now that my kids are all in school all day. (please read sarcastic tone there) Yeeeeah. You can see where that answer is going.