Having fun at the egg hunt.


Notice the gigantor bandaid on his arm. That was all mom. :/


He knows all these letters, and sat so still to string them by himself...or as he says "I do it all myself".

This is the face I get when I say "Don't say 'cheese' baby". :( He thinks he is in trouble.



A pin he made...and mommy wore. He was really proud of this!


He really is a good egg. He had a great time at Bremen FUMC Egg Hunt. He listened to the resurrection story, and the teacher used resurrection eggs. He made easter crafts, then he played on the inflatables. He got his first band-aid...yes, the first since they pricked his heel for the PKU test (or whatever that was) when he was 2 weeks old. He fell on the concrete, scraped his elbow, bruised his elbow (which is a dagger of elbow at times), and screamed bloody murder when i tried to put a band-aid on it. He hated the band-aid more than the actual blood or pain.

It's hard raising a kid. I doubt myself, I am critical of my husband, I feel an incredible amount of guilt over working outside the home, for taking any time to myself, for spending money on myself. I want to be everything to him, to give him everything he needs...and the things he really needs i'm not sure how to give them to him. Things like faith, integrity, confidence, humility. Right now though, he is a good egg. He still cuddles with me, even though he rough houses with dad. He shares with his cousin, he is nice to the cat, and he is serious, and empathetic. He says things like "Ahhh, I love my flamly"aka "I love my family" and "Scoose me" aka "Excuse me". He is a great blend of Michael and me, but there is something else in him that we don't have anymore. That something else is what makes him so good, so innocent, and so loved.