Success

As ready as I am for John to be done with school, there are perks to the student life that I am going to miss, namely, month long vacations. I don't foresee four week breaks happening all too often, (read, ever), once he becomes a full fledged working dentist. And that's just seems sad.

We (I) have a list of things we (I) want to do during his break. First things first, taking little PJ to sit on Santa's lap. An essential you know.

I felt like we'd be bad parents if we didn't take him to sit on Santa's lap his first Christmas. I'm sure as a boy it's something he could careless about, but I felt like we'd have to chalk that one up to a major failure in parenthood if we didn't do our duty and place him on the jolly old man's lap.

And, he loved it!

I don't think I've seen a happier kid than him sitting on Santa's lap, all smiles of course. We'll see if the smiles hold true next year, when he's more keenly aware of what's going on. For now, I'll continue to think I have the coolest, cutest, happiest kid there is, and of course, ooh and aww over how cute he looked sitting on the old man's lap.

And while we were in Bass Pro getting our free Santa picture taken, we decided to have a little fun ourselves, target shooting of course. Free entertainment at it's finest. 

Check that one off our to do list.

12.12.12

My lovely mother pointed out that today is 12.12.12, a triple digit date. The next triple digit date won't be for another 88 years. 88 years! I won't even be around in another 88 years. Unless by some sure miracle I'm still kicking it at 115...but that sounds both painful and miserable. So, realistically, this is the last triple digit date I get to enjoy.  

I'm going to try my best to heed my mothers plea and do 12 acts of kindness today, which means I should probably leave the house...and get out of my pajamas...so this could get tricky. Join me, it could be fun.

And because some people think it's the end of the world today, why not indulge in lots and lots of deliciousness. Tis the season, right?

One

As of today, John has ONE semester left of dental school. One! Which means the number of months left in Oklahoma can be counted on ONE hand. One! He now has ONE month off of school. One! His last final was taken this morning. And, for at least another year or so, finals are over and done with. Done! Where has time gone?

Little PJ and I joined John and some of his dental school friends/professors for lunch today. While chatting with one of his professors I thought I should be a good wife and ask him how John does in school, and how we thinks he'll perform as a dentist. He looked at me with all honesty in his voice and said, "You picked a good one!" I felt like a proud wife. A classmate chimed in and said, "You know, four years ago, John was the most desirable bachelor in all our class." Lucky me, he's all mine now! 

We still laugh about the fact that four years ago John started dental school single as ever, and four years later he'll be graduating married, with a son. A lot can happen in four years, especially when you're Mormon! :)

Neither of us can believe the end is actually in sight. At least the end of dental school. But it's here, and then it's off to live the Air Force life for awhile before we have to make any real big decisions. Thank goodness for that, it makes these next few months seem a little less stressful.

At the end of all of this,  he'll actually be a doctor. Sometimes I forget he's actually in school all day learning to be a dentist. I guess I should now start trusting him to fill a cavity, should my sweet tooth ever lead to such a thing...

Seven months later...

Seven months later, and I still think I have the cutest kid around. I must be his mom, right? Oh, how we love having this little guy as part of our family. It's amazing to think he was once a whiny, often times unconsoleable baby, and now's he's full of nothing but smiles, laughs, and ok, an occasional cry here and there, but the cries are few and far between...thank GOODNESS for that.

I love getting to spend my time at home with this little man, even though I'm afraid I'm a rather boring mom. I make him watch the Today Show with me in the mornings, humor me on my runs in the afternoon, and if he's lucky, he gets to accompany me to the mall or the craft store for a little window shopping before John gets home from school in the early evenings. I'm pretty sure he already knows that shopping's a girl thing, and every time I say, "let's just look at one more store..." and I look at two or three, he lets me know that I have just lied to him. He's a quick learner, that one.

Everyone who see's my baby, and asks me how old he is, thinks I'm lying when I say his age. The other day at Michael's a lady asked me this, and when I said, "he'll be seven months in a few days" she laughed in shock and said she didn't even think her 11 month old is as big as he is. And he's probably not. He's already in some 12 month clothes, and even those are looking a little tight on him. In his defense, today he wore a 12 month shirt and six months pants...that were a little snug, but tight skinny jeans are in style for boys, right? Yes, we pick and choose which age range we make work around here.

He's a fast growing boy, and I'm ok with that. It just means I can be a little more reckless with him and treat him like the tough boy I know he's going to be. It also means when he gets shots, it's like no big deal to him. He's like what? You just shoved something sharp into my fat covered thigh, and it's supposed to hurt? Please! Where's my sucker? I'm pretty sure he screams harder when I walk out of the room these days, than he ever has for his shots. I think we're nearing that attachment phase...and for now I kind of find it endearing. John hates it.

Last month he weighed in at a whopping 21 pounds. I don't even know how much be weighs now, but my arms are getting nice and defined, so really, there ARE perks to having a heavy child. He's all boy, through and through, and I just love his chubby little self. Let's just hope in five more months he doesn't gain another 13 pounds, could you even imagine a one year old weighing 30 some odd pounds? Gross!

And I'll end here, even though I could ramble on and on about this cute little chunker a little longer. But, aside from select family members, I'm sure this is just another one of those boring mom post that no one really cares to read. 

Happy seven months little boy!

Treats make life better

This morning as my child was fighting his morning nap, after trying to get those yawns to turn into a snooze for nearly an hour, I walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and enjoyed a nice helping of a dessert I had made the night before. As I was indulging in some deliciousness, yes, I AM an emotional eater, and it tastes good, I thought to myself, how have I not gained 100 pounds since my child was born?!?!? I'm pretty sure every morning I tell myself I can hold off having any treat until at least mid-afternoon...today I said I could make it until dinner time, but who am I kidding? With my child, and the general unfolding of events around here, I'm lucky if I make it past 10. Today was 9:45am, so I know if nothing else, it's going to be a good delicious day.