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...