Five Short Years

Five years ago today, my life as a mom started.


I would *almost* say that my life actually started 5 years ago. To be fair, there was somewhat of a life before Ethan. High school, college, blah blah blah. Nothing really stands out in my mind at the moment.


Before I had children, my Family was defined by my parents, my sister, my brother. Even when I got married, I just felt that Greg was adding to that family. But then I had a child, and all of a sudden, I was a grown up with a family of my own. Yikes!

Its so hard to believe that this

5 years later became this

I should have known that this

Would turn into this

This sweet little baby






Has become this crazy kid!


I never knew how fast 5 years could be. I still remember when they first showed me that little slimy purple thing and told me that was my son. I haven't wanted to let go since. He is turning into this wonderful little boy with a big heart and just a glimmer of a dry sense of humor. He is still teetering right on the edge of being a baby and being a kid. From the tearful moments just last night when the DVR turned the channel away from Tinker Bell to record one of Daddy's shows, to the straightforward explanation to Daddy that the reason there were goldfish scattered all over the floorboard of his car was because some friggin moron pulled out in front of Mommy. He amazes me everyday! I can't wait for the next steps, my beautiful boy!

The Birds and the Bees?

Background needed for this story to make sense:
Boomer--our big fat 13 year old Blue Heeler. Seriously Grumpy, biting, barking, farting old dog.
Gracie Lou Lou Bean---our Sweet springer spaniel-ish dog. Not the sharpest pencil in the box. Seriously. She is not even the dull pencil. She is the brand spanking new one way in the back that has never even been near the sharpener. She is pretty.
Charlie Mutmo---3 month old ninja attack kitten.
As we were walking around the neighborhood last night, we stopped to play with some puppies that a neighbor was letting run around in her yard. Sweet little balls of fluffy fur. The boys were loving chasing them around the yard and watching them tumble around all over each other. It was really hard to pull them away to finish our walk. Ethan was so sad that we didn't have any puppies at home to play with. (I guess the shine has worn off of Charlie, eh?)
Ethan: "Mommy, can we make Boomer and Gracie snuggle so they can make puppies?"