I'm A Sucker...

...for these three new freckles. They are only a slightly lighter shade of brown than his gorgeous eyes, they form an charming triangle, and they sit just off center on his perfect little nose.

If I look at them too long I can't say "No"...and we all know Nash needs to be told "No" on a regular basis.

The Last Time?

The other day Nash wanted to go outside to ride his trike. As usual, I told him to get his socks & shoes on. Before I could meet him at the stairs (our shoe puttin' on place) he already had one foot taken care of and he was putting the sock on his other! I didn't know if I was more proud or sad.

Immediately, a lady from my exercise class popped into my mind. Just last week she was talking about how we do little things with our kids, like kiss their feet as we're changing a diaper, but eventually we stop doing it. The behavior, the act of love just fades away as they get older. She remarked that the last time you kissed their little feet you probably didn't even realize it was the last time you would. My heart aches as I think of all the "last times" I've had in my mothering years.

A.C.H.E.S.

Thankfully, I still get to help Nash with his stinky feet every once in a while, but I can't stop myself from wondering when it will be the last time. Tonight, I push it out of my mind as I get ready to put candy in Easter eggs and anticipate one of the few innocent Easter mornings I've got left as a Mother.

Damn. I'm crying.

A VERY LONG 158 minutes

Have you seen 2012?

Did you know it's a two and a half hour movie?

...Well, unless you are at my house. Then it takes four hours to watch.

Really.

Words I loved to hear...

Yesterday I took Emma to her soon-to-be junior high so she could try out for Advanced Choir. We were the last ones in the room which suited Emma just fine. She didn't want to try out in front of the other kids. Then the kind teacher (who Emma and I both thought was very cool) told the kids they can request a private try out and the rest of us would get kicked out to the lunch tables. The very next kid stood up and asked her mom to leave, but the rest of us could stay. Of the other 4 who tried out, two did asked their mom to leave.

Emma had a great try out. The teacher even said something about the things Emma can learn if she stays with her all 6 years (jr & high school - just one more reason Emma can't wait to be a 7th grader).

At home she was telling Dad & Grandma about her experience. She pointed out the two kids who asked their mom to leave, and then said, "...which I don't understand, because my mom is my support!"

Great Mom moment.