he's too old. acting like he's reading the time. way too old.
And finally, my favorite. Max walking towards his big brothers arms.
Being a momma is the best job. Ever. (don't ask me tomorrow. You could get a different response ;)
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Thursday.
coffee talk. over pancakes. and yeah, Pratt no longer makes normal faces. it's all downhill from here, folks.
he's too old. acting like he's reading the time. way too old.
And finally, my favorite. Max walking towards his big brothers arms.
Being a momma is the best job. Ever. (don't ask me tomorrow. You could get a different response ;)
he's too old. acting like he's reading the time. way too old.
And finally, my favorite. Max walking towards his big brothers arms.
Being a momma is the best job. Ever. (don't ask me tomorrow. You could get a different response ;)
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
date day.
Last week Pratt and I had a date. It was probably the first time in months that it's just been me and him.
He got to choose where we went. He chose the pumpkin patch, the library and lunch with daddy.
But of course, we were really happy to pick brother up at 2. Life isn't complete without all three of my boys.
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He got to choose where we went. He chose the pumpkin patch, the library and lunch with daddy.
But of course, we were really happy to pick brother up at 2. Life isn't complete without all three of my boys.
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family.
pratt's version of our family.
Pratt. Mom. Max. Daddy.
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Pratt. Mom. Max. Daddy.
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desserts.
sometimes I see a picture and realize that he's way too old. he's so kind and helpful. so sweet. so grown.
i love him more than I love desserts.
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i love him more than I love desserts.
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Tuesday, October 9, 2012
family farm.
our first preschool trip. family farm. one magical place.
We LOVE jolly time preschool!
We LOVE jolly time preschool!
straw.
Pratt and I were reading a book tonight in bed. He stopped me to explain a few things he had learned in school.
The first was the "pine" as he called it. He was trying to say "spine".
He said, "oh, momma. What is it? It's, it's...it's like straw. Something sounds like straw."
Finally I realized he was thinking of pine straw. Then he said, "yes. Pine. That middle part is the pine."
His mind is crazy. He must get this from clint. I'm not this smart.
He never forgets anything. He told me about the cover page. And where the authors name is. And how the year the book was printed is on the back of the first, title page. It's all crazy town.
Smart little guy.
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The first was the "pine" as he called it. He was trying to say "spine".
He said, "oh, momma. What is it? It's, it's...it's like straw. Something sounds like straw."
Finally I realized he was thinking of pine straw. Then he said, "yes. Pine. That middle part is the pine."
His mind is crazy. He must get this from clint. I'm not this smart.
He never forgets anything. He told me about the cover page. And where the authors name is. And how the year the book was printed is on the back of the first, title page. It's all crazy town.
Smart little guy.
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behind.
I'm so incredibly behind on here.
At almost 17 months, max is standing and walking like 5 to 6 steps on his own. Crazy town. How is he this old??!!
My superhero may save the world in his spare time, but he will always lurve his momma's bed.
He is gonna make some girl so happy one day.
Pratt's idea of "picking everything up in the living room".
Yes. It happened.
Max. And his adorable self.
Max. At seventeen months.
Pratt. Same tub. At 22 months.
I'm so blessed.
At almost 17 months, max is standing and walking like 5 to 6 steps on his own. Crazy town. How is he this old??!!
My superhero may save the world in his spare time, but he will always lurve his momma's bed.
He is gonna make some girl so happy one day.
Pratt's idea of "picking everything up in the living room".
Yes. It happened.
Max. And his adorable self.
Max. At seventeen months.
Pratt. Same tub. At 22 months.
I'm so blessed.
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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.