Jackson turned three and a half years old today. Sigh. How does that even happen? I mean, I know your children get older but they don't ever really get older to you. I see him now and think of this face. This sweet newborn baby. I remember how we struggled to get started nursing and then how we later struggled to get him to quit - ha!
I remember so many wonderful firsts - the first time I saw him, held him, knew my life would never be the same.
He has always been such a precious child and I'm so thankful to be his mom. I just wish he'd stay little forever. I love his sweet fabricated stories, crazy dance moves and the way he'll just randomly run up to hug me and whisper, "I love you Mommy" in my ear. He is growing like a weed - some 4T stuff is getting to be too short for him.
He read his first "real" book today. It had 6 pages each with 2 sentences on them and he sounded out each word until he read it. I mean, he's too little for that! He should still be learning shapes and colors or something. It just goes too fast for this crazy old mom :)