I want to be a photographer. A really good one. One that has such large volume of breathtaking images in my portfolio that the walls of our home do not leave near enough space to display the incredible art that I have created. I want take courses that teach me the depths of the technical side of photography so that I possess the skill to produce all of the images that I have bouncing around in my head. But when I grow up, I also want to be a more consistent housekeeper, develop a deep musical talent, exercise more, be a more patient wife, and a more selfless friend...all when I grow up. Good thing I have plenty of time to get all of this done:)
Last night, as we were eating dinner, we were talking with Drew about mommy's and daddy's jobs. I asked Drew, "Drew, do you know what mommy does every day while she is at work?" His response, "I think that you draw all day." Hmmm, interesting. "Drew, what do think that daddy does everyday while he is at work?" His response, "I think that daddy goofs off all day." Hmmm, very interesting:)
On a side note (speaking of funny things Drew has said recently), it was crazy hot the other day as I am buckling him into his car seat when he says, "Mommy, hurry up and turn on the air - I don't want to lose all of my water!" I was puzzled initially and then a big smile grew on my face as I realized his meaning, "Oh, you don't want to sweat?" "Right, mommy, I don't want to lose all of my water - duh!"
I just love this boy.
The ages of our boys at the moment are so precious. I love that Drew is learning at the speed of light and presents us with new topics, perspectives and opinions each day (that we know did not come from us - so we can't take the credit). He is evolving into a sweet, curious little boy and actually weighs 49 pounds! Where did my first-born little baby boy go? Owen remains our sensitive little man and in only a matter of weeks, will start preschool. Yeesh! Drew will graduate into the 'Rainbow' room at preschool and Owen will enter in the class directly behind him as a 'teddy bear.' Owen is very excited. Baby Evan is speaking up a storm and has got a lot to say . . . if only, we could decode everything! Evan is part monkey so the kid is climbing everything! Such a sweet little stage he is at right now - I can hardly keep myself from kissing his sweet little cheeks and I am enjoying 19 months so very much.
Tonight, we had two sick kiddos. I was called early this afternoon by Drew's preschool letting me know that he was running a fever of 102. By the time I had the dr. appointment scheduled and was on my way to Drew's appointment, I got a call from our daycare that Owen was running a fever. 102. Sigh! Now that I am raising three boys of my own, my suspicion about men and sickness has been strongly confirmed: when boys are sick, they are all big babies. No matter what the age. Women shake it off - they have too much to do to get sick. Not men. Moaning, whimpering, crying - we have it all at our house (sorry Dan, but you're included in this list too). I spent the night catering to two whimpering little boys needing more juice, more covers, more monster trucks and more snuggles. They were exhausting; but, oh, the power to mother my little babies when they are sick! The look of sweet sadness in their eyes as they weather this virus makes me feel so helpless; yet at the same time, very significant. As a mother, I have been transformed by the love and magic of my three precious babies that are forever mine - and even if have I no cure other than the Tylenol I hold in my hand - I am confident that I can meet their needs and am capable of raising three amazing young men simply because I fiercely love them. And that's it.
Tonight, I am blogging some photos from special moments in the past few weeks that I have not already shared. Starting with a sweet photo of baby Harper that I just love (her cute baby cheeks are just too much!)
And I am getting some serious enjoyment out of Evan's angry face here . . . he is angry because he is trying to play a serious round of golf, but mommy keeps interrupting trying to take pictures - enough already, mommy!
For no particular reason, I like to take pictures of random stuff. You know, like washing fruit in our sink. Appetizing, eh?
Since our Mother's and Father's Day celebrations have passed, I have woven some photos of our precious gifts from our children in here for viewing pleasure. Seriously - this has to be one of the major highlights of parenthood. I never could have imagined the thrill that I would derive from a homemade card from one of my kids. So incredibly sweet. A gift card to Pottery Barn doesn't even compare.
Good night!
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