We had Cole's fourth birthday party on Saturday. Here are some highlights.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
One dress, 2 ways
One dress, 2 ways by stacywill featuring fat face
Vintage dress from Banana Republic scored from clothing swap.
Riding boots: Dexter by Payless.
Denim jacket: GAP
Blazer: Old Navy
Vintage dress from Banana Republic scored from clothing swap.
Riding boots: Dexter by Payless.
Denim jacket: GAP
Blazer: Old Navy
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
My Baby is 4.
This morning we had Cole's birthday party. He woke up to a house fully covered in streamers and streamer curtains on the stairs and a small stack of gifts and was so excited. Every time we asked him how old he was, he put his finger on his chin and said, "Mm, I can't 'member." So cute and silly.
It has been such a blessing being the mother of a sweet, funny, empathetic, sensitive, fun-loving, protective, loving boy. He is more than I could have ever asked for and is growing into a better little human each day. His teachers praise his listening skills and call him the 'complete package.' He loves his friends and classmates, animals, playing video games and learning, and being outside. His favorite toys are cars. He has passed every level of Angry Birds. His speech is improving weekly and he's maturing into a big boy.
Even though he's not a baby anymore, he'll always be my first-born, so he'll always be my baby.
It has been such a blessing being the mother of a sweet, funny, empathetic, sensitive, fun-loving, protective, loving boy. He is more than I could have ever asked for and is growing into a better little human each day. His teachers praise his listening skills and call him the 'complete package.' He loves his friends and classmates, animals, playing video games and learning, and being outside. His favorite toys are cars. He has passed every level of Angry Birds. His speech is improving weekly and he's maturing into a big boy.
Even though he's not a baby anymore, he'll always be my first-born, so he'll always be my baby.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Texting with Kevin
This week my husband is out of town, which means I am clinically insane for the week with two children under the age of 4. They exhaust me just waking up these days, thinking of all the things we have to get done and all of those that will go left untouched because I wanted to sit down and rest instead of moving so fast it feels like I'm cracked out.
Anyway, we were texting yesterday and since he wasn't replying, I just told him everything that was going on in texts. Here is the randomness.
Me: Zeus has to be kenneled at night. This morning he ate my hat box, a record, my phone charger, and the rug outside Stella's door.
Kev: All part of the fun of a new dog. Did you go alpha and beat him with the hat?
Me: Yes, I smacked his nose with it. Hurry and come home.
Kev: Think he will shape up when I am back with some mean man voice in the house.
Me: Went to the park at 7:30 tonight. Realized Cole has two pairs of jeans so grabbed some at Old Navy. The kid got balloons they beat me with on the way home. The checkout guy said balloons cure insanity.
Kev: LOL
Me: Our garage door won't stay closed. Keeps blowing open. Creepy. I have a stye on my left eye that hurts like fuck.
Me: I am going to get 100 garbage bags and start cleaning out our house. We have too much shit. I'm smothering.
Me: So yesterday your son called me a stupid bitch when I took the strawberries away from him. I asked him to repeat it, smacked his cheek, took him to his room and told him never to say that, ever.
Me: Today he called me a stupid asshole. I don't remember why, but he got another smack. Stella has started punching and kicking me at bedtime. Woot.
Me: Talked to my mom tonight, who said my hair's too short, it makes me look too skinny.
Me: I weighed myself and the scale said **. Depression kicks my appetite's ass. I need you to take care of me, I guess.
Me: I'm not Cole's best friend anymore. This week I've been called a stupid bitch, stupid asshole, fucker, and meanie.
Kev: Yeah time to put a foot down on name calling
Anyway, we were texting yesterday and since he wasn't replying, I just told him everything that was going on in texts. Here is the randomness.
Me: Zeus has to be kenneled at night. This morning he ate my hat box, a record, my phone charger, and the rug outside Stella's door.
Kev: All part of the fun of a new dog. Did you go alpha and beat him with the hat?
Me: Yes, I smacked his nose with it. Hurry and come home.
Kev: Think he will shape up when I am back with some mean man voice in the house.
Me: Went to the park at 7:30 tonight. Realized Cole has two pairs of jeans so grabbed some at Old Navy. The kid got balloons they beat me with on the way home. The checkout guy said balloons cure insanity.
Kev: LOL
Me: Our garage door won't stay closed. Keeps blowing open. Creepy. I have a stye on my left eye that hurts like fuck.
Me: I am going to get 100 garbage bags and start cleaning out our house. We have too much shit. I'm smothering.
Me: So yesterday your son called me a stupid bitch when I took the strawberries away from him. I asked him to repeat it, smacked his cheek, took him to his room and told him never to say that, ever.
Me: Today he called me a stupid asshole. I don't remember why, but he got another smack. Stella has started punching and kicking me at bedtime. Woot.
Me: Talked to my mom tonight, who said my hair's too short, it makes me look too skinny.
Me: I weighed myself and the scale said **. Depression kicks my appetite's ass. I need you to take care of me, I guess.
Me: I'm not Cole's best friend anymore. This week I've been called a stupid bitch, stupid asshole, fucker, and meanie.
Kev: Yeah time to put a foot down on name calling
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