I don't want to write crap.
But I have taken some pictures.
Stink.. Chocolate face.. Mouth full of Reddi Whip
Do you see those lips... I die.
Sometimes a mom needs to put on a movie and hope it catches their attention.
Sometimes she needs a whole marathon.
Little fannies.. Little feet
Well hello Beethoven, I like your outfit
I don't think a caption is necessary for this..
Remember in Beaches when Hillary realizes she and her daughter have the same hands?
Something about myself that I have always hated. My hands.
We have the same hands. Our hands. I love them now. Crooked pinkies and all.
We made sandwiches together today after school...
And then made Michael take 500 pictures of us eating them
He made me sit right next to him while we ate.
"Put your chair righhhhtt here Mom"
Not gonna lie, when he came around the corner wearing that book bag I almost hyperventilated.
In no way am I ready for him to be a big boy.. If time could slow down just a little...
oh that will do... my baby <3