Happy 5th Birthday...

to the most wonderful, funny, beautiful, animated and loving kid I know!

This time last year, I was sitting here in this same spot, contemplating how to begin...just like I am right this very second. Do you ever wonder where time really goes? I mean seriously wonder? Not like one day you did not have time for laundry or to sit down and take a break...I mean the weeks, months and years. They are flying by. It seems just like yesterday, I was sitting at home on the couch with my  husband and very much pregnant with this amazing little person. We were making plans for the future, wondering what he would be like, trying to imagine what his personality would be. We had no idea what to expect. Little did we know, this little guy would change our lives forever.

He is amazing. I mean really truly amazing. He has a heart of gold. He can be so serious, he is caring, and he is genuine. He is hilarious. He is smart. He is loving. He is honest. He is tender hearted. He cares about people, especially his people. He is a thinker.



Time is flying. He is 5. He starts kindergarten this year! That breaks my heart. I know...I sound crazy. Trust me, I know. I do not know how I am going to handle him being away all day every day. I have spent the last 5 years with this child, 24/7. He started pre-school last fall, he goes 3 days a week for 3 hours. So for the last 8 months I have missed 9 hours a week. I am going to go from 24/7 minus 9 to full time kindergarten. I am not sure I am ready for that. I am not sure that he is ready for that. He loves his mommy and daddy. We are his best friends. In a way, he is ours.



He is beautiful, inside and out. He has a heart for people.



He says he is going to live with us forever, or until he is 62.



I love him.



He is growing up so fast. I'm not sure I like it. I see adults with their adult children. I see relationships they have. It scares me. I cannot imagine that when their children were younger that they would have felt any differently than I do about my own children. That scares me. What changes? When your children are young, they are your world, they are your everything, everything you do is for them. Why does it change? Because they are older? Does it always change? I always hear from women that their moms are their best friends. I hear from men that they hardly ever talk to their parents. That scares me. I have 3 boys. I love this child so much that sometimes it hurts. What if our relationship changes? I cannot imagine him growing up, moving out, moving on...



He's only 5. He is already 5. He is my baby. He will always be my baby.



He smiles with his whole face. You can see it in his eyes. He is a happy child.



He is an awesome big brother. He loves his baby. He looks out for his baby. He plays with his baby. He protects his baby. He wants his baby to do everything he does...most of the time. He is an awesome little brother. He looks up to his older siblings, he wants to do what they do. He thinks he is their age. He is so grown up. He is so smart.



He is awesome.



He LOVES his daddy. He wants to do everything his daddy does.



He made this birthday card for daddy last week. I cried.



Where has the time gone? My baby is growing up. I am not ready for this. I am not ready for everything to change.

Happy Birthday to the most amazing little boy I know. I love you Boog. You're the BEST!

Not me! Monday

Welcome to Not me! Monday, where we can be brutally honest and live to tell about it.

First, let me start off by saying that this is not my son! Nope, I would never let my child go out in public looking like this. We are always well dressed and would never do anything out of the ordinary and draw attention
to ourselves.



This is not my middle son either...nope, when we sign up to play team sports, we pay attention at all times and would never be spinning around or dancing while playing in the outfield.



This is not him either, remember, we pay attention!



And having children of your own, most of you will not ever guess the sequence of events that happens next...







Nope, that was not the cutest puppy (or excuse me...DOG, as Tutti-Frutti calls every small animal he sees, sometimes large ones too...) that we have ever seen...nope, I did not let my sweet baby put his finger near the cutest puppy in the world's face...nope, cutest puppy in the world did not bite my sweet baby on the finger with his razor sharp teeth! What kind of mother do you think I am...and to even think you people thought I let it happen OR take pictures...I am offended! :0)

Now back to the regularly scheduled t-ball game, in progress...batter up!



While wearing his brother's batting helment, Tutti-Frutti did not (on several occasions) nearly fall over backward because it was the helment was too heavy. Nope, we would not let our baby toddle around with a heavy batting helment on, in hopes of getting a good shot!



I am not so far behind on blogging that I could easily put up lots and lots of Easter pictures (Christmas for that matter, if there were not other people's children in them) and not run out of pictures for a very long time. Nope, I am on top of the blogging game and always post pictures within minutes of taking them!







This is not what the poor baby had to do while everyone else was coloring eggs. Nope, he particpated right along with us, we leave no one out!



The mighty egg brigade...







Nope, no Easter pictures here...never...a month late...



This dog did not bite...



Oh yea, and this little creature WILL NOT be turning 5 on Wednesday. Nope, he is still my baby, no matter what he says. Which by the way did not go something like this...

Me: "I cannot believe my baby is turning 5 on Wednesday, I do not want you to turn 5, I want you to stay my baby forever."

Boog: "No, I wanna turn 5. I'm getting taller."

Me: "I do not want you to get any taller, I want you to stay the size you are you are right now."

Boog: "Well, that is just how it works!"

Me: "Well, alrighty then...I guess you can turn 5."



Oh and before I forget...I have not been following Scott Baio (I LOVE SCOTT BAIO) on Twitter for awhile, I have not tweeted him on occasion and THERE IS NO WAY THAT HE HAS ACTUALLY TWEETED ME BACK ON NUMEROUS OCCASIONS! Since that did not happen, my heart did not skip a beat and I did not almost nearly die!!!!

Now, run on over to MckMama's and see what everyone else has not been doing lately...

Happy Not Me'ing...

Birthday party

Today was a great day. It did not start out a great day, but it ended up being a great day. For the last week, I have been spazing out over the weather forcast. Each and every day, I checked the forcast for Sunday, each and every day, it said there would be rain, not just rain, thunderstorms! The forcast called for rain on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, not Saturday but back on Sunday. Each and every day, the weather forcast had been wrong. I held my breath, hoping that it was wrong for Sunday too. No such luck...we get up this morning and it is raining. It rained off and on all morning. Finally we got up and started getting ready to leave for the party. I was getting phone calls, text messages, facebook messages, you name it...people wanted to know if the party was still on. My answer was, "Yes! Rain or shine, we are partying!"

On the way to the party, I posted this on my facebook status..."Sing with me, Rain rain go away because we are havin' a party today!" Well, guess what? There must have been some serious singing going on because our party was from 3-5 and it stopped raining at 2:58 and started back up at 6pm! Now that is what I call a great day. I am sure it did not hurt that I prayed for my little boy to have a perfect, fun, not raining party today too. He deserved a perfect party and a perfect party is what he got!



Thanks to everyone who was able to make it, we missed those of you who could not. We hope those of you are feeling under the weather are feeling well again soon!



Here are a few shots from the party. I had quite a few more from my camera, but they all were of other people's children and I did not feel comfortable posting those. I had a friend shoot some too so when I get those, I can see if any of those will be able to be posted.



The kids had a great time. Yesterday, I went to Target and picked up lots of things that we could do under the pavillion in case of rain. We had connect 4, we had hungry hippos, giraffe limbo, ring toss, bean bag toss, tattoos, and the all time favorite...a bubble machine!



I will venture to say it was probably one of the best parties we have ever had!









I cannot believe my baby boy will be 5 on Wednesday...someone asked him at the party today how old he was. He replied, "4." They said, "No, you are 5 now," to which he said, "nope, not yet! Today is just my party." I love that kid.

Happy Birthday...

to my one and only...
to the man of my dreams...
to the father of my children...
to my best friend...
to the man I cannot wait to wake up with beside me for the rest of my life...
to the man I cannot imagine my life without...
to the man I love with all that I am and with all that I have.



Happy Birthday to the most wonderful, amazing husband and father a girl and her kids could ever hope to have.



We love you more than life itself!

Boys, and lots of 'em!

This is what happens when you try to take a picture of 5 nosey boys, at noon, in a busy chic-fil-a parking lot, with cars, trucks and semis passing by!

Apparently he can say "bubbles..."

and it's his favorite new word.



All day, every day, he walks around the house saying, "bubbles," but it is more like, "bubbles?" As in, find them and blow them, or just give them to me and I will pour them on myself!



And honestly, who could say no to that face? I know I cannot!



These were actually taken a few weeks ago, I know...bad blogger lately.



They have a water table out in the back yard and someone, not mentioning any names *cough Boog cough* dumped some bubble solution in with the water. It was like a huge sink full of bubbles and dishes, you know...minus the dishes and the sink. Someone decided to stick his head into the water table and get himself a funky new do! :)



And someone else had a great time wrecking himself and getting wet. Boy did he have fun though.



All the way up to his elbows kind of fun!



Hey, maybe he really was washing something.



Digging for more bubble buried treasure.



Ooooh, soap!



I have bubbles on my hand!



Using mommy's dish towel to dry himself! I think that was daddy's idea! Silly daddy!











Someone was not fond of being all wet...