1.....2.....,

Craig and I have found the infamose big "1,2,3" to be very effective with Carter, our 3 1/2 year old. The ever looming thret is that he will get his hair pulled if we ever get to three, so he never lets us get past 1,2. Today I asked him to put his shoes on, and asked him again a moment later, still no result. I resorted to counting, almost subconciously. Like always, he jumped up on 2 and started putting his shoes on. A moment later I hear to the tune of "once there was a snowman", "Almost got my hair pulled, hair pulled, hair pulled. Almost got my hair pulled, pulled right up".

27

"I've had a birthday shout hooray!" . Am I the only one who wonders how I got to be so old? I mean, I know 27 is not at all old, but it seems to old for me. Does that make sense? It feels like Craig and I just got married a little while ago, and it's now six years and two kids later. I just feel so blessed that Craig supports me in my decision to be a stay at home mama, because I would hate to be missing this time with Carter and Layla. I goes way to fast.
For my birthday Craig and I went down to SLC, and spent the night. It was a really fast trip, but it was great to be together. It seems like when we get away from home for a day, we magically go back in time, to the days we had no worries. It's so nice to revisit the foundation of our marriage, and remember how much we love each other. sorry, I got a little sappy there. hopefully Craig doesn't read this one. He hates it when I talk personal on here.
Basically, what I mean is, I'm getting old, and life is still good!