Home Sweet Home

Early this morning I drove Josh to the airport.  He is going to watch his sister get married in Belize.  If all goes well, he’ll get to spend a few days relaxing at the beach on a tropical island.  I thought I would feel jealous as I pulled away, and he walked through the doors.  Instead though, I felt grateful to be heading back to my life.  My kids.  My home.  As hard as some days, weeks, months, even years have been in motherhood, I cannot deny the fact that there is nothing I’d rather be doing, and nowhere else I’d rather be than right where my kids are.  Would a break every now and then be nice…absolutely!  but it was an awesome feeling to know that where I am and what I am doing is exactly what is supposed to be happening.  That is peace.

Jameson Turns 2, in Pictures

 

Jameson’s favorite dinner is definitely pizza, so of course, for his birthday, we had pizza.

Here, he looks pretty happy about me lighting the candle

Here he appears to be thinking, “What the crap, lady?!  Get your own candle!”  This happened months ago, so I can’t be certain, but I’m pretty sure I had a good reason for stealing his birthday thunder by blowing out his candles.  Hmm…or I’m a terrible mother, but definitely one of those two things

The candle debacle was a distant memory when he ate his cupcake

Has anyone else noticed that it becomes nearly impossible to get a decent picture of kids when they pass the age of 5?

Presents! (a.k.a terror in a neatly wrapped package for unsuspecting family members)

It all started innocent (and safe) enough.  Jameson loves balls right now, so he got a lot of them for his birthday.   

I saved the best gift for last, or at least I thought so.  Look how ridiculously excited I was for him to open his tee ball set.

It started out fine.  Here he is, eye on the ball, ready to swing…

Then things take a turn.  His testosterone surges with all of this manly ball playing, causing Josie and I to cower in the corner as he begins pounding that bat around King Kong style

Will does his best to protect Josie from his crazy

but survival instincts kick in…Nowhere safe.  Scatter!

Happy birthday, J-Man!  We love you with the same passion and fervor that you terrorize us with! 

*A few words about my two year old little guy.  As a mom you tend to inwardly compare your experiences with your kids.  i.e.: this one looks like this one at this stage, or this one sleeps like this one, etc.  Jameson is a lot like Will at this age.  Will was not exactly easy as a toddler, likewise, neither is Jameson.  Will and I went on a journey together, and I know a journey waits for me and J.  Interestingly, he and Will share a very special bond.  Will has told me numerous times on days that he is struggling or having a hard time, that he needs to see Jameson, because J always makes him happy.  When Will walks in the door from school Jay stops anything he is doing to give Will a hug.  They just get each other.  Jameson is my most outwardly loving kid of them all.  This boy loves to give long, lingering snuggles, and kisses to his family.  He always runs up and greets you with complete excitement when he sees you.  He is smart.  He is active. He climbs, oh how he climbs!  He loves Curious George, and Mickey Mouse.  He is silly.  He is pure.  He is a blessing, and I love him with my whole heart.