We call it “photographers child syndrome” the fact that I can no longer get a easy picture of my own kid.
Can you believe that this guy is going to be FOUR? I just can’t believe that we’ve gone from a little squawky newborn to this small person that talks and talks and sings and plays computer games, has opinions and even helped me paint the wall of the living room today.
We’re slowly moving along with the painting of the new house. I think by tomorrow night we’ll be mostly done with painting, and after carpet later this week we can move the big furniture in and get stuff upon the walls. I’m ready to frame some new photos for the house, maybe even take a few new things just because I can!
I can’t wait to decorate. it’s my favorite part of moving in, and I’m feeling really out of sorts without my tchokies and art. Also, I can’t find my fingernail clippers, phone charger or band-aids.
