Being a Mother

I have blogged a few times recently about how Being a Mother has changed me, how the momma bear in me comes out to play more often than not, and how much I simply adore my little bug.

Mother's day this year was like night and day from last year. I now have this walking, talking (gibberish and like 10 words) little dude man who wants nothing more than to play with the water hose.

Some days it's hard - like when I pick him up, we sit in traffic for 30 minutes, get home and have only about 20 minutes of play time before we start the dinner/bath/bed routine. I basically get one hour an evening with him and he's in bed. Sucks.

Crazy Sleepin Dude

I miss him most evenings, especially when I look at the monitor and see this:

With buddy bear as his pillow...

 What I live for is the weekends, no matter how exhausting they are. Aunt Kelly came over recently and did a little arts and crafts with Logan on a day I had strep throat (yes, AGAIN) and Lee wasn't feeling so hot either.

What's this stuff?

Squishy!

Paci for keeping paint out of the mouth...

Logan used himself as a canvas

Whala!

He is super into Curious George, too - and was a sweet boy and sat still for a long time while I was sick and watched some of the movie:

On weekends that Dada and I are feeling good, the Zoo is a constant stop for us and he just LOVES it. We stopped at the dinosaur exhibit (twice) and he was just staring and staring.

I can't get this photo to turn, no matter how hard I try!

Life is great. We are busy, tired, happy, and joyful.

And Thankful.