There are toys all over my house. We have turned the living room into the toy room so the toys have one spot they are supposed to be. I realized today that the reason the toys are carted around the house is because my dear 3-year-old boy just wants to be near me, so naturally the cars and balls need to come to. And suddenly I don't mind having to clean up toys in my laundry room, office, and kitchen because someday (too soon, I'm sure) he'll grow up and stop wanting Mom so nearby.
Monday, October 6, 2014
Monday, September 9, 2013
Busy Boy
Our mornings are usually very low-key, but these pictures were all taken before nap time! We loved spending time with our friends visiting from the east coast.
Austin Lately
My 2 year old went to the fridge, opened it up (this happens frequently, I can't tell you how many times a day I tell him to shut the fridge) found the carton of almond milk (I keep it on hand for when we run out of regular 2%) and just helped himself right to it. He opened it up and tipped it back like it was no big deal! He did not learn that from me, Parker.
He's also been known to grab the yogurt, applesauce or cottage cheese as he so desires.
Silly kid.
Do they make locks for refrigerators?
FYI-the picture below is from a separate occasion.
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Sunday afternoon while Parker is gone
This Sunday afternoon we:
1. Ate tomato basil soup for lunch.
2. Austin napped while I browsed pinterest and changed up my chalkboard. (It's read "congratulations Parker" since his graduation in April)
3. Austin discovered there are buttons on the TV to turn it on. I guess hiding the remote won't suffice anymore.
4. Austin posed for the camera.
5. I got in on the selfie action.
6. We wrote letters.
Yesterday
He took those words back when we got rear ended (by an uninsured driver!) pulling out of the parking lot. We were all fine, but our bumper, trunk, and tail light are not. After waiting for the police to arrive and filling out the necessary paperwork we were finally back on the road at 12:45, very concerned that Parker's flight would be leaving in an hour, and we were still a half hour away from the airport.
Well, he made the flight. Barely. Miraculously!
As I was laying in bed that night trying to fall asleep, I kept thinking about my day. It was certainly a rough start. However, we were all safe and sound. Parker made his flight. No one was injured in the accident. Our car is still drive-able. The guy who hit us was apologetic and agreed it was his responsibility to pay for the damages. Austin and I had a lovely afternoon with Gram and Nancy (who also treated us to dinner). I was able to have a nice chat with my mom, and my cougars beat Texas in an exciting upset.
I felt so blessed! Because I am. :)
Side note- There's nothing like having Parker gone for a night to make my imagination run wild with scary what-if scenarios. Why do I do that to myself!? Please tell me I'm not the only person who does this.





