sunday morning.

Just reading. Before church. Before clothes. You know, the typical.



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family.

There are days when I wish with all my heart that my mom and dad lived across the street. And that Spencer lived there too (with Tyler of course).

Bad days are always made better by their presence.



















A few weeks ago I went home. Just me and the kids. Max didn't sleep well and woke around 2 am. I had a pretty bad breakdown.

Mom and dad stepped in and took over. Just like parents do. No judging. No hesitation. Just help.

I love them both so much.

I hope I'm half the parent they are. Oh I hope, I hope.

Anywho. Being around them today helped me to come home and keep pushing. Even through the really hard, sad days.







I love you mom, dad and Spencer. Sorry I don't say it more often.

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my p.

i'm listening to the giggle of my 3 year old.  he's watching rio with his daddy.  sitting in his own chair.  with his b and daddy's blanket.  just laughing away.

i don't know when he got to be so old.  dad cut his hair last night.  and all my mom could say when she saw him today was, "how did he grow up in a week?".  it's true.  he seems so grown up.

he helped clint today outside.  they ran errands this morning.  and then he helped clint cut trees up for firewood.  clint made the comment that he is "just the best".  and it's true.  he really is.

he tests limits these days like crazy.  but i always try to remember what my friend said about that.  about how we, as adults, have those days too.  but we know to control our emotions.  and they don't.

he loves playing games with me in the car.  rhyming games.  guessing games.  he picks a "subject" or a "category" and then i give hints.  he still loves nothing more than snuggling up in my lap to be close.  he loves to feed yoda.  he loves to make max laugh.  and he loves to pillow fight with daddy.

he's such a boy.  he makes a mess of the bathroom.  but he always puts his dirty clothes in his hamper.  his room will have toys everywhere, all over the floor, but his clothes are put up.

i'm trying to enjoy these days.  even though i feel so drained at 715 when max goes down.  but i know these days are passing by so fast.  and i don't want to miss anything.  not a single thing.  i don't want to miss any of his questions. like, "what's an aisle, mommy?" or "does my nose have a bone in it or just fartledge?"

i love him so much.  and honestly cannot remember what my life was like before him.

most of all, i can't remember what i did before him.  i can't believe i ever thought i was really ever tired.  what a silly little girl i was...

max.

He's sitting up like a big boy. All grown up.




Anything we eat or drink, max would like to try.

Mom brought cinnamon puffs NY today and they were no exception.




All you who are having HAs because of this, relax. He didn't eat the entire thing. Just small pinches.

A lot of small pinches...

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from the desk of...

johnny brought a note back from santa for pratt.

it mentioned that he would see him tomorrow.  at the fire station.

it's safe to say that it was the straw that broke the camel's back.








if he wasn't weirded out before...he is now.

the bieb.

His new haircut makes him look like Justin Bieber.




Right?! Right?!

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our days.

Pratt told me that I had been asking what he and daddy wanted. Now it was my turn to tell him what I wanted. And he would write it down. Such a sweet, thoughtful baby.














Getting a good footprint from max is impossible. Seriously.




Reading all alone. Because he is my twin.









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