Time is not my friend...

In three TWO short days, my sweet baby boy will be a whole year old! I can't believe it. Tomorrow will mark a year ago that I woke up with a bitch of a back ache with an inkling that my water had broken. It would take all.day.long for Dayton to drag my ass to labor and delivery, only for me to feel like an idiot and find that I really was in labor. Ugh, this is so unnecessary.

A little while ago, I placed an order for my sweet baby girl's kindergarten pictures. KINDERGARTEN pictures! This time last year, we were planning for her pre-k pictures. Where has the time gone? Out my damn window, is where! She is growing so fast and so beautifully, sometimes I have to stop, catch my breath, and remember that this is my BABY. How did this happen?!

On Saturday, I packed up the kids and went to my sister's house. Because let's be honest...I've had a hankering to show off my babies (and my new car) for a while now. Dayton was working, so I went (and brought him back one BITCHIN' peanut butter cup blizzard cake from DQ). Michael couldn't stop telling people "Hey! Look! (with his head pointed up, pointing to his incision) My bump is going down!". He's so proud of that damn bump...it's so funny. And I have to give the kid props. He went through hell and back for that bump. Three ER trips. Blood draws. IV's. A combined 10+ days of IV antibiotics. A combined 10+ days of HORRIBLE at-home oral antibiotics. Surgery. Dressing changes (that were uber painful with that awful stick-or-die tape they gave us). The kid has put the effort in to get this bump to go down, and now, there's only a little knot right around the incision.

And speaking of the mister, he turned 27 on Saturday. Poor kid had to work 12 hours too (boo!). He was a little freaked out about the whole 27 thing (so I guess it didn't help that I had the girl at DQ write the most OBNOXIOUS "27! OMG!" on his birthday cake (because I'm the most amazing wife EV-ER). But, while he was busy worrying about turning 27, I realized, I'm only two years younger than he is. Fucking fail. And let's be honest....at 25 years old, I'm not exactly a spring chicken. I've still got 52 million things that I want to do when I grow up, and yeah....I already am. Talk about bursting my own bubble.

And now, for your viewing pleasure: pictures!

Still no teeth and yet the little booger can KILL a tortilla chip!

My beautiful (too big) Miss ZoeJane

A boy with no bump (but still a little bit of mouth paralysis) =)

Only my sweet hubby would buy me flowers the night before HIS birthday!

Annnnd, he's in pull-ups! (And pretty proud of his Car's ones) 

And, let's not forget the best present EVER from the best husband EVER!