yesterday when we walked into kids day out, pratt was walking without anything in his hands. i had his lunchbox, backpack, b(pillow) and blanket.
as soon as we got through the door, and he saw some of the other kids in the hallway, he looked up at me, said, "b!". i handed him the pillow. and he grabbed it, looked me in the eyes and said, "tae too! bye bye!" as fast as he could. then he took off running.
i literally had to skip to catch up with him. i opened his door, and he never looked back.
someone call me in an ssri.
it's official. my baby is no longer a baby.
i'm going to go cry my eyes out now.
About Me
- hannah
- i'm a girl who likes to write. not a girl that's necessarily good at writing. it's cathartic, i think. and boy do i need that from time to time. i married a wonderful man named clint in may of 2007. he is everything i am not. he is calm. he makes plans. he is organized. his truck is always clean. his clothes are hung by types of shirt/color/size/etc. i'm full of nervous energy. i'm spur of the moment. i can't ever find what i'm looking for. we live in my car...pretty much. i'm lucky if my clothes are within ten feet of my closet. God gave us a precious angel of a baby in september of 2008. his name is pratt allen. he is 2.5 years old.we have another little one on the way. his name is max wesley. and he is due may 19th. somehow i'll be the mother of two boys. craaaaa.zy. i spend my days cleaning house. picking worms and caterpillars out of the flower beds. cooking meals. shopping at target. washing clothes. playing on the floor. reading books. doing puzzles. traveling to sonic. and the library. and blogging. i hope you enjoy our blog. feel free to leave a comment. hopefully it's a nice one. i tend to wear my heart on my sleeve.
2 comments:
aww, hugs hannah. Think of it this way: look at what an awesome job you've done as a mom that pratt feels so safe and confident and loved! If I lived closer, I'd bring you sonic.
ugh...i know that feeling too. everytime my kids are fine with me leaving them somewhere, i have to remind myself that i would much rather they were that comfortable than clinging on to me and crying. there's a little boy at alyssa's preschool that has cried his heart out every single day of school all year. heartbreaking.
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