So big doings around our house in the past week or so. A lost tooth, bigger shoes and pants, lots and lots of really loud singing (Sammy)...time stands still for no mama. These boys of ours have hit their growth spurts at the same time...Miles in particular. The kid is officially on his way...so much so that the size 7.5 sneaks that I just bought him in May, barely fit now, thus calling for an occasion to hit the town in search of bigger...well...pretty much everything. I love having a little time...just M and I. I mean...I love this kid more than I can ever possibly say...but I really LIKE him too. This time is fleeting...I can literally feel it speeding past me. For example, a recent conversation with Miles...
Me...Hey, next weekend we should snazzy up your room a bit. You know...hang up some pictures and things that you like. (We just moved everything around in his room recently and the walls are still kind of bare.)
Miles...Why? I'm not going to be here much longer.
Me...What?!
Miles...College.
Me...Ohhhh...right...college. Yeah...that's in four years...I think there's still plenty of time left for you to enjoy your room.
Punk. And in a way, he's right...so I soak up the moments that I get to spend...just my big kid and I. And I try not to let my chin hit the table when he inhales 1.5 steamed pork buns and a gigantic bowl of noodles, wontons, chicken and veg at his favorite Malaysian joint. Holy crap...pure insanity, I tell you.
Below, some snaps from a pretty low key, all around lovely weekend...and try as I might, I just can't get the hang of how to post a video here. Alas...Sammy singing opera, while sitting in a laundry basket, will have to be put on hold until I figure out what the hell I'm doing. Ugh.
Men's size 9. Last year he was wearing a boy's 6.
That pesky tooth has finally left the building...Sam was waiting for us with a big toothless grin when we came home from shopping.
The kid has yet to give up a tooth to the fairy. Letter written by daddy, as dictated by Sam. Tooth...duck taped to the letter.
Orange Boy is super excited about Sam's missing tooth...he's just too chill to show it.
Saturday morning...a lazy start.
Little Casey M Bone.
And Kiko...the world's sweetest dog.
Even the kitties were feeling lazy.
A Sunday morning game of Sorry.
Lap dog.
Kiko supervised...
...while Orange pretty much just sat there, looking annoyed.
See this monkey right here?
Well he is just a little force of nature...constantly, thinking, doing, moving, rolling, bouncing, singing and unless he's asleep, he is constantly talking. Really...he never ever stops.
Raaawwwwrrrrr!
I love this picture. Sometimes in the midst of Sammy overload, Evan and I just look at each other and start laughing...until tears are involved. Good tears I mean...that's what's going on here. Our kid is awesome...and really really chatty.
Oh and look...he totally won...beat us both fair and square.
Home sweet home.
Monday morning...this is what I see every morning when I get out of the shower.
And this is what I see every night when I go to bed.
My own little pug entourage.
Life is pretty sweet when you have two snorty little dogs who follow you everywhere and think you're just plain awesome.
