I can't believe Jack is 3. Really hard to fathom that 3 years have passed so quickly and that my baby boy is potty trained, riding a bike, throwing a ball, kicking a ball, playing with little friends, talking all about everything, starting preschool in just a few months, and swimming, diving and cannonballing into every pool he can get into! STILL SO SWEET. Jared and I got him a really cool scooter for his birthday, which he LOVED temporarily until it was stolen within a few weeks. (I'm still mad about that if you can't tell!)
Since he was born, I have told myself, "This is the last time I will be pregnant. This is the last time I will feel a little kick inside my tummy. The last time I will get to do labor and delivery. The last time I will get to nurse. The last time I will get hold my own newborn baby and smell the sweetest, softest baby skin so close to me. The last time I will get to rock him, cuddle, comfort, and sing him to sleep. The last time I will get to see him take his first steps. The last time I will cheer when he goes on the potty the first time. the last. the last. the last." So- seeing him grow has been painful. Seriously painful.
I absolutly
LOVE my children. I adore my job as their mom. I wish it paid more generously, and with cash. But, nothing could fill my emotional bank account like the pain, joy, love, respect, happiness and pure tenderness I get from being their mom.They are just FLAT OUT growing up way TOO fast for my liking.
Happy Birthday Jack. Your mommy loves you!
List of your adorable quotes:
are you happy mommmy?
why him do that?
what him doing?
me wants that.
me like doggies.
me like scooters.
me no like pineapple.
me no want cake.
why izzy run way from me?
the story of Jesus you told me after nursery...
jesus. him died. him died 3 days. him dead. then him moved the rock! him lives! him not dead!!! HIM LIVES! HIM LIVES!!!
how can this really be the last time? my heart is broken.
