Jasper and I began our special prayers for Lent tonight and it warmed my heart to see how eager he was to hear the story of Ash Wednesday. This is such a beautiful time. This song has nothing to do with that particular story, but I love it and Jasper and I have been singing it at bedtime for the past few weeks so there it is.
I won’t be doing any unfollowing because I know people can take that personally and I will go out of my way to never hurt anybody’s feelings, but I wish there was a way to only see my favorites’ posts. I miss way too many of their posts because my dash is constantly clogged with junk I don’t care about. And I’m rarely on tumblr anymore so that makes my tumblr time precious and ah, the struggle. I need to start asking for people’s facebooks.
My parents weren’t kidding around when they always said that time will fly by when you become a parent. In what seems like the blink of an eye, he’s grown out of toddlerhood completely. Going from three to four is huge to me, because for me, three is still a toddler-ish age and is closer to babyhood than childhood, but four… that’s when everything changes. He’s going to start school and sports and he’ll make friends and life will be so different. I’m excited for this new season of life, but it’s just shocking how quickly time flies by. Is he seriously about to turn four years old?! Wow.
I just got a letter on my door stating that they are beginning to remodel all of west Chaffee Village and I have to be out of my house by April 1st. This is just really freaking spectacular. My husband is gone and now I get to attempt to find a decent school and then locate an available house near it and then figure out how the hell to drive there because I suck at driving and can’t even drive on the highway and then pack up everything all by myself and by some miracle, get it moved with only the “help” of my three year old. And I really did love this house, and my neighborhood. I don’t want to leave. I thought I was the most independent person ever and here I am, about to have a freaking breakdown. THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING.
I have the coolest husband ever!
He won’t give me any hints at all and I’m dying over here. All I know is that he is super pumped about me getting it, so I know it must be good.
Here are a few of Jasper’s Valentine’s Day photos from last week. I bought way too many, but these are some of my favorites. My baby looks like a big boy!
Well, I got one eye in focus, anyway. Someday, I will work my camera properly. That is not this day. My pookie still looks cute as a button, though.
Jasper fell over a giant pile of blocks and bumped his head on our hardwood floor tonight, right before bedtime. I know he is okay, logically I know that he is perfectly fine, but the thought of brain bleeding and swelling keeps crawling into my head every few minutes and I keep going into his room to check on him to make sure he is okay. Every time, he is. And yet, here I am, about to go back in there. Mommy problems.
I cannot handle this. Some people’s lack of compassion and stupidity are simply too much to bear. Time to do a major facebook friend deleting spree.
Brittany already posted the sneak peeks and I could not love them more! My baby looks so grown up, and he had a lot of fun doing it. There was a three year old girl that Jasper was playing with before the shoots began and her photos were before ours. When it was time for her to leave, she started screaming that she didn’t want to leave him and she loved him. Her mother had to pick her up and carry her down the hill while she kept sceaming “BUT I LOVE HIM!” And so it begins…
We have a play date set up for this evening.
Darn it all. The internet has finally failed me.
My baby got his hair cut. Unbreak my heart. She cut it SO much shorter than what we talked about.
I never wanted this day to come. But after seeing a photo of him from the side, I have realized it’s time to do the unthinkable. Those long, golden waves that cascade past his shoulders are simply too much. Even though his hair is still going to be long and will probably look exactly the same in the front, I’m still sick over it. My stomach is in knots and they are getting worse as the time draws closer. Ugh, I can’t handle this. I need a drink- wait, I don’t drink. I need to fast forward time to tomorrow night and the deed is already done. Help me, Lord.