It's so funny to look back at our babies and remember how small they once were. I remember how it looks but I have to really think back to how it feels..and I can never quite get there. I miss the way he fit so perfectly in my arms and being able to gaze at him for seemingly forever before he ran away.
At a teensy three months.

Right at one year old.

He looks so young and still babyish.

Last shot with those curls.

Right after I caved and cut his hair off (after his 2nd birthday as I promised the hubs..still kinda mad about it ;)

And now he is three. As I miss those baby moments above I love the little man he has become. The ball of energy who cracks me up, and surprises me with kisses, and hugs, and "I love you Mommys", and phrases like, "Mom your shirt is beautiful" Who loves He-Man, Ghostbusters, Star Trek (nothing from the past 20 years it seems). Who is perfect in every single way. Even when he is being incredibly naughty I think to myself how adorable he is, and that says something...as well as makes it insanely difficult to discipline.

Playing around in photoshop. I love how old school this looks.


I think I like this cropped closer until I get a baseboard for my "floor"

I cannot even say how much I love this kid, it can't be put into any amount. The last three years have just flown by so I really need to make a plea with time to slow down.
P.S- I don't know why my vertical pics are looking pixely (or if its my eyes) but I am too tired to fix them tonight, sorry!