logan is fabulous FOUR today!

I remember the day I became a mom so vividly. It was 4 years ago exactly and I could use lots of words to describe it- but the first one that comes to mind is surreal. Maybe because my birth experience was a little bit different than most...maybe because it was happening to ME and not someone else.

They always say that time passes in fast forward when you become a parent and that is the absolute truth. The past 4 years have brought many challenges, but much more fun and more love than I ever thought possible. My boys- all 3 of them- are the most incredible things that have happened to me.

Happy Birthday Logan!!

yes, it's been awhile!

Between busy days and trying to combat sickies in my house (my husband and Meyer), I have had no time for blogging. Then the sickies finally fell on me...the only person in our family who rarely gets sick...and I was out for the count. But mommies really have no time or business being sick! So I fought my way through it and after a false alarm a few days ago, am finally feeling a bit better...just in time for a busy weekend and even busier week!

Our family has lots to celebrate these days. A milestone family anniversary, my mom's birthday, our niece's 20th birthday and Logan's 4th birthday. Not to mention my birthday is also on the horizon. But these events aren't the only reasons worth celebrating. We have so much to be thankful for and that reason alone gives us cause for celebration every day!

my little ketchup face.

Meyer loves ketchup. I think it's his favorite food- or at least his favorite condiment. If there is ketchup on his plate, it's always the first thing gone...smeared all over his hands, his tray, his face. I fed him lunch this afternoon. Grilled Cheese. His second favorite food. Next thing I know, he's facedown on his tray, licking off all traces of ketchup. I looked at him and cracked up and then he started giggling...my blue eyed little ketchup monster. Oh, did I mention that today was bathtime? ;)

school has started!

I just can't wrap my head around the fact that as of September 9, 2010 I have a preschooler! It seems like just yesterday Logan relied on me for almost everything, and now, almost 4 years later, he's becoming his own person and blossoming. What a sight to see.

We got an early start that day. I wanted to get some pictures of Logan with his brother and with his backpack before we started the 3 block trek to school. Logan looks so proud and Meyer looks even prouder, if that's possible. My boys...growing up so fast.

I had so many hopes for Logan's first day. That he would listen to his teachers, make lots of new friends and feel at home in his new surroundings. We walked up to the school and met with Logan's longtime friends Daniel and Owen and had a little picture session. Logan could not wait to start his day and a tiny little part of me hoped he would look back at me when it was time to go in the building...he didn't. He skipped right in to the next phase of his life with excitement and bravado. That's my boy.

falling into fall.

Literally. Fall comes out of nowhere along with falling temperatures, falling leaves, among other things. I have a love/hate relationship with fall. I adore the changing of the colors, wearing big, cozy sweaters, running in the brisk, cool air. I hate the fact that fall gives way to winter. Don't get me wrong, I appreciate some things winter, but overall it's my least favorite season by far. I wish I could fast forward to February when things start lighting up and warming up!

Labor Day weekend 2010 is all but a memory now. But what wonderful memories they were! Lots of quality time with family, friends and our little unit. I got a 10K race in there too and was pleased with my performance!

september morn.

Labor Day weekend. It's here. The weekend I dread all summer has finally made it's appearance. That means pools are closed for the season, school is in session and wearing white is a major faux pas until Memorial Day in May. Farewell to summer, 2010...it's been fun and we've made lots of memories.