You are 2.9 years old, weigh in at 25 pounds, and stand at 36 inches tall; yet you have the audacity to stamp your little size 6 foot at anybody you tells you "no." You infuriate me, and make me so damn proud.
Carter still sleeps with his Dinoco, Ellie's new obsession is glow sticks.
Seriously, please send glowsticks. HAHA
That moment that you realize Hawaii is getting to you, and you accidently show up to work in flip flops, those lashes, and the new Peter Parker haircut.
Baby feet, Halloween tattoos, and best friends forever.
Mr. Carter Mustache, and cutest pumpkins ever. And I hope he never stops picking me flowers.
Ellie has been cracking me up a little extra lately. It so awesome to me, that I can keep finding new ways to love her. I love how my relationship with each of my kids is so personal and different from one another. I love.
I got this before I left California.
Other people see weeds, and I see a flower.
I have always loved dandelions, and I wanted something to remember the time and people in California.
This is what I came up with.
Then I came across this the other day, and I just love it even more:
The official flower of the military child is the dandelion. Why? The plant puts down roots almost anywhere, and it's almost impossible to destroy. It's an unpretentious plant, yet good looking. It's a survivor in a broad range of climates. Military children bloom everywhere the winds carry them. They are hardy and upright. Their roots are strong, cultivated deeply in the culture of the military, planted swiftly and surely. They're ready to fly in the breezes that take them to new adventures, new lands, and new friends.
Experts say that military children are well-rounded, culturally aware, tolerant, and extremely resilient. Military children have learned from an early age that home is where their hearts are, that a good friend can be found in every corner of the world and in every color, and that education doesn't only come from school. They live history. They learn that to survive means to adapt, that the door that closes one chapter of their life opens up to a new and exciting adventure full of new friends and new experiences.
I have officially lost 30 pounds, from the time I started trying to lose weight, to today. I look down, and this is what I see now.
I feel great, except, nothing fits. NOTHING. I literally walk out of my clothes. I need new everything, from underwear to workout clothes. I plan on going shopping but I keep telling myself "ten more pounds." That, and I have absolutely no sense of style and haven't shopped by myself in years. Someone needs to fly out here stat!
Carter has a new "Alter Ego." His name is Langtry. (original.)
It what he calls himself when he wants to have an "adult" conversation and call me Ashley.
He cracks me up.
Him and I started reading the How to Train Your Dragon series. So it has been our new ritual to read together during naptime, and I let him stay up a half hour later to read it after Ellie goes to bed.
Tonight, I said to that sweet little ginger of mine, "Carter, thank you for spending special time with me. I miss you being my baby, but I love that we get to do big things together like reading this book." Carter hugged my face and said, "Mama, I am going to grow up to be a big boy. I am going to grow up to be a lot of things, but you know what? I am always going to be your baby."
He didn't stop there, "...and Mama, I am always going to be there for you. 'Cuz I love you more than anyone else in the world."