Monday, January 16, 2012

Coming Up For Air

Hiya friends! Longtime no see.

It's crazy-nuts-busy around here. But it's the good crazy-nuts-busy, so we're good. 

This little stud muffin is turning two very soon:

If you look closely, you can see in the reflection of those shiny aviators that I am bribing my child with a package of fruit snacks. Oh the measures I go to for a simple smile {or smirk, rather}.

And it's a darn good thing I've got three projects juggling in the air at the moment or I'd probably be bawling my head off that he's growing up on me... that his little life is going by much too fast...that it seems like just yesterday...okay, I'm stopping there. No tears. Only celebrations.

Speaking of celebrations, we've got one super cool birthday party in the works for our little man. It's his first big shindig & we're pulling out all the stops. We had a small party for him last year, but I like to keep the one year old party intimate, so it was pretty low key with only family invited. But the two year old party, now that's a whole 'nother story. We're going all out for the big T-W-O. We've invited all his little friends, have pint sized activities planned & are anxious to send hyped up kiddos home with their very own treat bags. 

Oh, sweet childhood. 

I've got to take a moment here & give some major props to that husband of mine. While it's me who is the mastermind behind the whole shabang--I dream up a theme, see to every last detail, assemble all the bows & banners, make list after list after list, & scour the shelves of JoAnn's & Hobby Lobby, it's definitely my husband who brings my whole vision to life. He does the sawing, spray painting, building & constructing & I know without a doubt that I couldn't pull it all off without him {well, I might be able to, but I really would rather my baby not come out with two heads--pretty sure sniffing paint fumes is a no go for pregnant girls}

He's right there with me during the late night hours of assembling push pop aircrafts & gorilla glueing jet packs together. And though every once in awhile he'll sigh heavily or scratch his head at one of my far fetched ideas, he usually gives me my way & gets down to business.  

I knew I married me a handy fella for a reason.

I love this part of being a mom--the late nights, the errand running, the painting, cutting & glueing--it's worth every bit & more. For at the end of it all, when the Happy Birthday song has been sung, when the gifts have been torn open, when the decorations have come down, it's the everlasting, sweet, childhood memories that will be left standing.

Oh, sweet childhood.

Welp, I can't stick around tonight. It's only 8:30 & I've got more work to do. The final pages of Jett man's two year old scrapbook need finishing & there's a big boy room down the hall that has been primed, painted, has big boy furniture sitting in it & is just waiting on a momma & a daddy to put the finishing touches on it.

Turning two is a big deal, folks.

I'll be back up for air in a few days. Until then, have a happy week!

**Holds breath & goes back under**

1 comment:

  1. OMG. The suitcases are the PERFECT color!! ~Trisha