Agent H, you're kinda awesome

All the years that I dreamed of being a mom . . . it was always the baby/toddler years I envisioned.  All the rocking, tickling little toes, and the sweet smell.

Now I find that we're in the middle school years with our oldest.  He doesn't want to rock anymore unless it's to Toby Mac. We've traded toe tickling for arm wrestling. In case you don't recall, 12 year old boys don't smell very sweet.

His voice is changing, his facial structure is changing, he's growing taller and stronger, his appetite is rarely satisfied.

He's also a lot of fun to be around.

I. love. this. kid.

Lord willing, I look forward to finding out how awesome he is for years to come.

Happy 5th Shortcake

The memory of Ed whispering "it's a girl" to me and my eyes not fulling believing that the little sweet babe that I held was actually a girl this time is still so real. How she turns five years old today, I don't know. Shortcake-adorable-sweetness, how we love you!