The Justin and Laurie Story

"Motherhood:  the days are long, the years are short."

I remember rocking my collicky baby Jonathan
in our Chicago one-bedroom apartment in the middle of winter 2003
with nowhere to go
(the Russian ladies who hung out in the lobby of our apartment building
would give me stern looks whenever I took my baby out
in the snowy windyness that is Chicago winter) 

Cry, cry, cry, rock, rock, rock, cry, cry, cry (the second set of cries was from me) 

I remember thinking that I was going to be rocking my fussy little guy forever. 
Because for the first 12 weeks of his life that was what it seemed like. 
Forever. 
(and I have the tendency to be dramatic in case you were wondering......)

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Now as we soak up these last few days of summer vacation
I teach Jonathan to play our family's fav card game
3 to 13

And he loves it.
And I love playing with him.
And he thinks its cool his mom knows how to shuffle cards.
And I think it's cool that he still wants to hang out with his mom.

in 3 days I send him to school

to third grade.

How can that be?!

And so I leave you with this:

A foot picture.
And I hate feet.
But Jonathan's so proud of the fact that our feet are now basically the same size.
And yes, in case you're wondering.......those are Vera Bradley sandals (thanks, Lisa!)

have a super day, everyone.  I mean it.  super.
and now I've got to go and soak up these last 3 days.....and make them super.
(because these days don't last forever, you know)