Like Father, Like Son....

Greyson helps Daddy read the putt..... "I think it breaks a little to the left Dad."
Daddy helps Greyson putt.....
Where did the ball go Greyson??
There it is! A hole in one!!Time to go.....

Family Time....

These are the moments....

There are moments as a mom where you feel your heart ache – literally ache with love, with pride, with some un-named emotion that feels so good your eyes well with tears and your face begins to ache from the smile that stretches from ear to ear. Last night as I slipped into Greyson’s room one last time before I went to sleep I experienced one of those moments. As I came up to his crib he rustled a bit and I thought he was going to wake up, so I did as all mothers do, and instantly hit the ground, hands and knees, out of sight and listened (with that animal-ish head tilt all mothers do when the are “really” listening) and waited for him to settle back in. As I waited my nose just inches from the side of his crib where the bumper meets the mattress, every so slowly a tiny little hand poked out between the bars. It stretched and reached and then very softly faded to a relaxed and limp state. I think I could have laid on the floor and stared at his little hand all night, seeing it exposed in such away, separate almost from the rest of him, seeing just how tiny it really still is, each little finger loosely relaxed and so sweet. When I knew he was back in dream land I couldn’t help but press a soft kiss to the back of his sweet little hand. I suppressed the urge to scoop him up, to hold him tight for just a few minutes and rock in our chair. I fought off the urge to take him back into our room and snuggle the night away. I let go of the thoughts of camping out on his floor just to listen to the rhythmic sounds of his breathing all night long. Just one simple kiss to his hand, a single tear of complete and utter happiness and a door pulled almost shut as I left.

These are the moments mother’s live for, these are the moments that teach you what is right, what is good, what makes you happy, what makes you – you.

The cook....

Sometimes you forget, or maybe rather you don’t realize just how much your toddler can do. Over this past weekend I thought it would be fun to make a homemade pizza. Making homemade pizza means one thing – Everyone gets to help! So Greyson donned an ever so cute apron because really, what’s the point in cooking as a child if you don’t get to wear an apron, climbed upon a kitchen chair and did a magnificent job at helping to add toppings! Of course in true child helping fashion, he managed to get sauce – everywhere, more pepperoni’s went into his belly than on the pizza and let’s just say I’m still finding shredded mozzarella in the most interesting of places. Overall it was the best time ever!!!

To the maker of washable markers – I love you!!!

There is no better time to be had than a large cardboard box and some markers!!

In Daddy’s Shoes…..

There are days that Greyson does the cutest things ever, ok so that seems to be pretty much every day, but yesterday I had a camera and I caught it! He came out of the bedroom wearing his Daddy’s dress shoes, and he was doing such a great job just walking along in them. I couldn’t help but giggle at how cute they looked with his alligator pajama’s! He loves to wear or try on everything his daddy does. He’s crazy about Greg’s shoes, hats and belts – oh he just loves dad’s belts! I know that I’ve seen hundreds of pictures of baby’s standing in adult shoes, and I know that I’ve always thought “oh, how sweet” but when it’s your own little boy in your own husbands shoes, it’s different. It’s now not just “how sweet” but instead, the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen.

So now a moment for all of you to say “Oh, how sweet”…. The pictures…….