Memories Made in May

Yes, there are days when I feel like pulling my hair out and dream of a quiet little cubicle to just be able to think straight. But when it comes right down to it, I wouldn't trade these days of May for anything...or any other day of any other month for that matter. So many memories being made:


a chubby little boy running around after bath time...

a smart little boy playing games on mommy's kindle and switching from one game to another without any help...

brotherly love...

windows down and baby hair blowing...

our fishing trips...

my little "zoo keeper" feeding his food to his animals...

watching this little guy actually eat his food...

my zoo keeper bathing his animals...

our daily morning run...and how each day when I tell Josiah to get in the stroller, he runs to his room first and brings back a toy(s)...each day it is something different...

....shoebox full of blocks...

...plastic container full of blocks...

...bag full of letters...

...his precious animals...

I laughed so hard as I watched him drag his grill all the way from his bedroom to the garage, pick it up, place it on the stoller, and find his seat. I guess he wasn't thinking about where Eli was going to sit!

and this memory: my 14 month old has learned how to get in the stroller all by himself...

my boys with fresh haircuts...

date nights...

learning new things (he's been watching big brother too closely...

the places I find him without his diaper...

She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes. ~Frank Deford