Ezzie

Six.
Today.
Where does the time go?

His grandma says he is just like his daddy was.
I love that about him.
It's like I can watch Ryan growing up.
I love his hair.
I love his smile.
I love that one chipped front tooth.
Which will soon be gone.
I love his hugs and kisses.
I love that it is impossible for him to play without making sounds.
I love the way he dresses himself. In two days he will be starting school.
Jobe and I will miss him.
I will cry.
My family is already picking on me about that.

Too big.
Too fast.
Happy birthday, little man.
Mommy loves you!

No Time...

to blog today.
I've got laundry to fold instead.
The laundry that I did yesterday.
And that my guy had to dig through this morning.
To find his dress socks.
Not that that's anything unusual.
So I'm folding.
See.

But while I'm telling you

that I don't have time to blog,

might as well tell one story.

Since I've logged on and all.

Yesterday Brookie and Jakie had friends over after school.

Which is the case nearly everyday,

since we live a block from the school.

Anyway,

Jake and his friend, Eli, were playing football...

with mini football helmets.

No football.

No tackling.

They just put two mini helmets together

and decide who wins.

So Brookelynn's friend, Louisa asks,

"What are you doing?"

Boys: "Ummm, hello. Playing football."

To which she replies:

"I don't understand boys."

Eli's response?

"That's okay. I don't understand myself yet either."

It was my laugh of the day.

Off to put that laundry away.
And unload the dishwasher.
And sweep the floor.
And pick up the family room.
And go shopping with my mom and sister-in-law.
And go to 2 basketball practices.
And 1 basketball game.

I told you.
No time.