Worn. Out. Mama. I've been meaning to post some pictures from our Missouri trip, but I'm worn out. My son is wearing me out. My beautiful, rambunctious, lively, smiling son, who is cutting a handful of teeth, is wearing me out. My very active, curious, great-with-his-motor-skills, loves-to-hit-his-mommy-in-the-face son is wearing me out. Teething...hitting...giving up his nap because he happened to fall asleep for fifteen minutes - FIFTEEN MINUTES - in the car...all wearing me out.
He has never been more precious, and I have never loved him more, but we are at a very interesting stage. I'm feeling a little weepy. Possibly from hormones. Possibly from the flake of soap that got under my eyelid this morning. So this is all I can come up with today.
*Update* I found some chocolate in my pantry and am feeling much better now.
Our nephew Gavin at his Army-themed birthday party. He was joining in on his Happy Birthday song. Gavin just turned 6 and is starting kindergarten this year!
Cousin Mindy, Cousin Erin, Sister Lindsay, and me.
I'm loving this picture of my boy.
Curt and Sister Lindsay
Because baseball bats are cuddly.
Jesse a.k.a. Fweets, Curt, Beckham, Jackson, and Grandma Cozy checking out progress on the new house. This is such a happy picture. I love my mother-in-law.