Dear Cash,

I cherish moments like these. These quiet moments. These peaceful moments. These moment where it is just you and me. I remember this moment vividly. You asked if you could lie down next to me because you "love me". Of course I said yes. How could I turn that down. We slept together and shared dreams. 

These moments come fewer and further between these days. You are a busy boy and very rarely stop to take a nap. You have an attitude these days that sometimes test my patience to the highest level. You talk back and have a tendency to yell. You throw fits when you don't get your way. And you are about as stubborn as they come.

But you are my son. My son who also has the sweetest side to him. My son who asks me if I am doing okay whenever i am in the other room and you can't see me. My son who still wants to cuddle every night before bed. My son who still makes my world go round. Who still makes me the happiest mommy in the world because I get to deal with you on a daily basis. Notice I said "get to deal" with you. There are moments where I feel like I "have" to deal with you, but I have decided to change my thoughts about that. I "get" to deal with you. And your attitude. And your yelling. And your fits.

I love you. No amounts of fits or bad behavior can change that. No matter what you do in this life, I will truly always love you.

And if there is another time that you want to lie down with me and share our dreams... Well, that will be just fine with me. 

Love,

Mom

Cash's baseball bash...

Happy 3rd birthday to my sweet boy. I hope you loved your baseball party. I sure loved putting it together for you...

Cash, you are going to HATE me later for this...

You have to watch both videos because they go together... 

Crawling...

Things Cash says...

Lying in bed with Cash a few nights ago, he grabs my hand and kisses it. 

He tells me, "Mommy, I love you." 

I tell him, "I love you too, baby."

He says, "Mommy... You're my best friend."

That's what it's all about...

Dear baby girl,

You are growing up fast. Faster than your brother it seems. Everyone warned me that it would happen. That your second one goes faster than the first, and they were spot on. You are now crawling. You are now saying mama, dada, and bubba. You can pick up pieces of food and eat them. You can put yourself to sleep. You can pull yourself up onto almost anything and stand for a long time. 

Where have you gone? My baby, that is. Where is my daughter who was too small for newborn clothes? Where is my daughter that was swallowed by her car seat? Where is my daughter that needed me to hold her bottle? Where is my daughter? My baby? 

You are still here. Just bigger. And more full of life. And energy.

You are my little girl now, not my baby girl. You don't need me to hold your bottle anymore. You don't need me to hold you to go to sleep anymore. Before I know it, you won't be needing (or wanting) me to pick out your clothes anymore.

You are gaining your independence. Slowly but surely you are becoming an individual. A force to be reckoned with. And I can sense a bit of sass coming on...

But you are you. You are all smiles and giggles. You are my sweet girl. My little Presley Mae that will one day become my best friend. One day we will talk every day. One day you will ask me about the day daddy asked me to marry him and how I knew he was the one. One day we will talk about break ups and love. One day you will come crying to me because someone hurt your heart. 

But those days are the days long ahead. For now, I will marvel in the realization that you are mine. All mine. I sometimes have to share you with daddy and bubba. 

But that's okay. They are, after all, the first men in your life. For now.

Until then...