River Flynn,

Month 15 was a doozie! We celebrated Shep turning three with a bowling party and you held your own with the big kids. You’re all over the place these days climbing up and down staircases and exploring the outdoors with a new flair. We are finally getting warmer days and you are having a blast riding my lap in the Jeep (seriously can you imagine seeing a thirty year old navigating a power wheels?). Anything with wheels that you can ride is top on your list and sitting on my hip in public isn’t! Sweet bald boy you can not handle being confined in my arms once you spot a new surrounding. I am constantly trying to get you to sit tight and let me run my errand or watch shep swim, but you insist that you are grown and can take part in whatever you choose. Sometimes I let you and just follow like a whipped mommy. Because I’m whipped.

Seriously angel, your sniffles this month and sad little sinuses have me at your beck and call. I crack up at least twenty times a day at you between the booty dance moves and shaking your head “no” at me when I walk you to your room for sleeps. Your sweet teacher at school said that you cry when someone comes to relieve her and church nursery loves flashing my number up on the screen to come get you just moments into services. You’re a clinger and a sympathy crier. I honestly don’t mind (most of the time) because it reminds me that you truly are the heart of Jesus. You show me what genuine joy and love looks like and your gentle spirit melts my heart each day.

Swinging at the park, going down slides alone, climbing into chairs, and PASTA make your world go around. I can’t get you to do sign language like your brother did for the life of me so you just make a poop face and moan a little to let me know I’m needed 😉 You can say “mama” “ball” “ooooooooooo” (when you spot something super exciting), and “book”. Ball and book are contextual and mama is just something you enjoy saying, but truly I can’t blame you. When I put a movie on you love like Pooh, you do this incredibly girlish gasp and look at me with eyes that make my knees weak. I wish I felt about ANYTHING as beautifully as you do when you’re excited. I wish I could bottle up your innocence and keep it fresh for the day that it escapes. Promise me to keep a few drips inside so that I can see those same eyes on your wedding day. Now I’m teary eyed…..

Don’t grow anymore

Xx

Mommy