I want to remember

Dear Noah,

You are 4 years old now. No longer a baby, but not quite the big boy that you promise you are. You are amazing, and funny, social and loving. You are an amazing big brother to Juliana. You cry when she gets hurt and dont let her walk out into a parking lot without holding your hand. You love science, talk nonstop about the planets in the solar system and love to sing songs that you've learned at school. Your best friend doesnt talk. You dont care. You take care of him just like you take care of Juliana. You talk nonstop, enough for everyone. You literally fall asleep talking at night and wake up with so much to say. We often laugh about you filling every silence with your words. I remember a time when I wondered if you would ever learn to talk. You are a bundle of energy, full of terrible knock-knock jokes that you make up on the fly. You are so inquisitive, for everything we tell you, theres a "Why" that goes with it. Your imagination is phenomenal and your astound your teachers with the things you say. You know your alphabet, can write most of the letters and you are starting to put sounds with the letters. Its a work in progress. You write your name well, know your address, phone number, and what to do if approached by a stranger. My heart broke today when you came home from school and told me someone didnt want to play with you because you had a "boo-boo" on your face. You are so worthy. You are worthy of amazing friends that love you, that inspire you, that change your life. I cannot tell you this enough. I hope I do enough for you. I hope you remember me with fond thoughts, even when I lose my temper. Even when I yell and  react. Please have an open heart and remember the golden rule. Its okay not to fit in and not everyone is going to like you. Treat them well anyway. Remember that you are loved, that you are special and very much wanted.

Love always, Mommy.



Dear Juliana,

You are three years old, but I often see you as being much younger. I think you are okay with that. You tell me on an almost daily basis that you dont want to grow up. You love to be held, sleep in the bed with us, and are a super snuggler. You are a free spirit, love dresses and refuse to wear pants most days. You dont like wearing bows in your hair and almost always pull them out after we drop you off at school. You dont care for dolls, and its hard for me not to buy you dolls as I loved them as a child. You recently gave yourself quite a drastic haircut and now your hair is very short. You play with everyone but are not as social. You take longer to warm up and are known for "the face" when someone you arent familiar with speaks to you. Noah is your best friend, and you often tell me that Im your best friend as well. Of course, thats when Daddy isnt around. You love to take dance and "twirl like a ballerina" but I think you have your own agenda when you go. You love watching Hello Kitty, hate brushing your teeth, love spaghetti and any kind of meat. And your chocolate milk, we cant forget the chocolate milk. You are bossy and we often have to laugh at some of the sassy things you say to us, secretly of course. You can identify all the letters of the alphabet and recently learned how to write your name. That too, is a work in progress. I have my coworkers and patients asking me what the Juliana story of the day is. You have made sandwiches for yourself at the ripe old age of 2, cut your hair, glued school papers to the wall with a glue stick, drawn fantastic murals on the wall, thrown a dozen eggs out the shopping cart one by one when my back was turned, used finger nail polish to paint your body, dressed the cat up and put soap in the fish bowl (Thank goodness Howard has 9 lives). Sometimes when I come home in the morning from work, I scoop you up in my arms and just hold you while you sleep. I press my face into your warm neck and think of how lucky we are to have such a wonderful gift. What did we ever do to deserve you or your brother. Always remember that you are beautiful and you grow more and more beautiful every day. Never be afraid to be yourself. I will be your biggest fan. There will always be critics but you will always find love here.

With all my love, Mommy.

Noah at 4 1/2 years...

What is your favorite color? Blue and green. Both.

What is your favorite toy? My favorite toy is the one with Woody sitting in it. The one that makes a sound when I shake it. But it doesnt make a sound. Even when I turn it to on.

What is your favorite fruit? Watermelon. Watermelon is fruit. And tomatoes.

What is your favorite TV show? Spongebob Squarepants and Moose A. Moose- well, that kind. I like it so much I like to watch it all the time.

What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch? My sandwich at school.

What is your favorite outfit? My skateboard shirt and my gray pants.

What is your favorite game? I like the copy game. Where you say something and the person copies what you say. Like I say "Blah" and Daddy says "Blah".

What is your favorite snack? Popcorn at school that my class brings me

What is your favorite animal? Lizards! I love them!

What is your favorite song? Fruit of the spearmints! (Fruit of the spirits) and Moves like Jagger.

What is your favorite book? My favorite book is the books at school. My favorite book is "No David!." you know, the one at school.

Who is your best friend? Christopher. I play with him a lot on the playground. So much.

What is your favorite cereal? Lucky charms.

What is your favorite thing to do outside? Go out and play with my scooter and my bike.

What is your favorite drink? The chocolate milk that we got with Kayla.

What is your favorite holiday? Halloween. Because you get candy.

What do you like to take with you to bed at night? My dragon and my smurf and Alvin but Alvin's clothes fell off. Remember, he has a dress with a "A" on it but its not pink. Its just red. Like blood is red.

What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? A healthy chocolate milk and cereal.

What do you want for dinner on your next birthday? Fruit salad. You take broccoli and some fruit and some celery and uh, then you stir it. Then put some cream inside. Thats all. (Ewwwww?)

What do you want to be when you grow up? I want to be a science man. That does science. Like a scientist. 

Juliana at 3 years...

I found this questionnaire on Pinterest.com (my current obsession) consisting of twenty questions to be asked every year on or right before their birthdays so you can see how much kids change from year to year. Im a bit late on this. Six months late to be exact but better late than never. They change so much Im sure their answers will be much different in 6 months. Since Juliana is still awake tonight (wayyy after bedtime, as usual) I decided to go ahead and ask her the questions.

What is your favorite color? Ummm... purple.

What is your favorite toy? Unicorns and my Wobby. And my Lenny. (Wobby and Lenny are her stuffed lamb and giraffe).

What is your favorite fruit? Apples. I mean bananas. Or maybe an orange.

What is your favorite TV show? Princess and the Frog. and Rapunzel. and Beauty and the Beast.

What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch? Pisghetti (Spaghetti) and fruit.

What is your favorite outfit? My cheerleader outfit. Skirts and shirts. Not leggings. Not jeans.

What is your favorite game? Dora the Explorer on leapster

What is your favorite snack? Popcorns

What is your favorite animal? Unicorns. Purple Unicorns. Not Kitties.

What is your favorite song? Beauty and the Beast song.

What is your favorite book? My princess book. But I lost it. Daddy, wheres my Princess book?

Who is your best friend? Noah. Actually Dane.

What is your favorite cereal? Raisin cereal

What is your favorite thing to do outside? Run and jump and hop. And dig in the dirt with shovels.

What is your favorite drink? Chocolate milk

What is your favorite holiday? Christmas and Halloween

What do you like to take with you to bed at night? My Lenny and all my toys. And "Kanket" but I lost it. ("Kanket" is her pink blanket she's had since birth).

What is your favorite thing to eat for breakfast? Pancakes and brownies (Where'd she get those brownies, eh daddy?)

What do you want for dinner on your next birthday? Cake!

What do you want to be when you grow up? A cheerleader with the Gamecocks with pom poms. 2 pom poms.

Making a memory

I held my little girl a little longer and a little tighter tonight as I rubbed her back as she drifted off to sleep. I put her to bed ten minutes earlier and swore that I wasnt going back in her room, part of her new bedtime training (yes, training my 2 1/2 year old that tries to stay up until midnight night after night). I tried to ignore the "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy..." I heard coming from behind the closed door of her room. I buckled. I found myself sitting in her tiny toddler bed with her sweet face pressed against my cheek and her arms around my neck. Im so in love with a tiny 2 1/2 year old girl. I cant help it, I want to hold onto these moments, when I am still allowed to rub her back and rock her to sleep. My heart hurts knowing that she is growing up, that they are growing up so fast, changing from month to month in pictures and becoming more independent. The thought of my little girl one day not wanting her Mommy to hold her breaks my heart. I breathe her in, the smell of her hair, the softness of her cheek, her warm little body in my arms. I try to freeze this moment in my memory. This moment and many others.

Juliana is outspoken (for a 2 year old), animated, and not necessarily even tempered. Shes tiny and cuddly, lover of her 2 "cankets" and toter of all things stuffed and furry (right now her sheep and her kitten that she weaseled out of her daddy). Shes bossy and gets into quite a bit of trouble on a daily basis. She feeds whole loaves of bread to the dogs, dumps out boxes of cereal, pours shampoo in the cats dish, uses sharpie markers to decorate the house, and escapes from the house during "naptime" only to ring the doorbell when ready to come back inside. She still isnt a fan of sleeping, can throw one pretty mean fit, and loves her chocolate milk. She loves her preschool, names the little ones in her class she plays with everyday and loves her teacher, "Miss Sherie."

And my son, my firstborn is now 3 1/2. He has already lost his baby curls and some of the baby softness. He talks a mile a minute, is quite often a superhero of some sorts, and has quite the vivid imagination. He brings us blankets and towels to tie around his shoulders and both kids run around saving the world. I am so proud of him. I love it when he tries to use big words "I am so frus-er-ated right now!" and my heart is heavy when he comes home sad because the bigger boys at school told him he couldnt play with them. He can proudly write his name and wield a sword. He adores his new school and his teachers are his best friends. He makes us stop at the end of the hall and proudly walks to class by his self with his head held high. He is sensitive and insanely sweet, the first one to cry, and protector of his little sister. He changed my life 3 1/2 years ago, for the better.

I hope they will realize one day how much they are loved and adored, how special they are to us and how thankful we are that they are in our lives.

Disappointment.

Have you ever felt just so utterly disappointed in someone or something? I have felt completely frustrated and disappointed lately.

Noah came home from daycare last Wednesday with a bite mark on his face. Not a bite from a child, but a bite from a dog. He came home with a red, swollen nose and some marks on his face. We asked him what happened and he said "The dog bit me. Hailey bit me." The dogs name is Hailey. She is the owners dog and is quite frequently there. And no, its not against the law for a dog to be at a daycare. I checked on that one. What makes me the most angry, is not that a dog bit him, but that they tried to hide it. There was no phone call, no note, no one mentioned it as he was being picked up from school. No incident report for us to sign. Not even a "boo boo" report. I was livid. Absolutely livid. This happens after I give so many referals about this new daycare, after I raved about it. I was excited about this place. I felt at peace with my kids being there. I feel so disappointed now. I feel so frustrated. How do you find quality care for your children, with people that you can trust 100% with your child when you cannot afford to provide that care yourself? The owner acknowledged that she knew what happened. Angry... Fortunatly, the bite wasnt bad at all and by the time I took these pictures that evening, the swelling had all but subsided.

But enough of that. Im working on forgiveness.

So what did we do this weekend?! See if you can tell.

If you guessed that Noah finally got a haircut, then you guessed right. On a whim I decided to take Noah to get his hair chopped off. It grows fast and I just wanted to see what he would look like with short hair and I was so very tired of battling it out with his curly locks. I love his curls (I really do) but now that he is getting older and his hair is getting less curly and thicker, I am constantly having to do something with his hair. I wash his hair in the morning (every morning if nothing else but to wet it down) and put both hair serum in it and gel. Otherwise, its a poofy mess all day. Like a Ronald McDonald mess. And after he wakes up from his naps, well poofy mess returns. Anyway- so far Im kind of diggin it. He looks like a completely different kid. Older maybe. Still a cutie pie. I am kind of missing his curls...

Finishing up with a little trip to the boardwalk.

I think by the end of the day, Juliana had enough.

Ch Ch Ch Changes...

Sheesh, its been forever since I blogged. Its been forever since I even had the opportunity to blog (or watch tv, or get my hair done or clean more than a fraction of the house at the same time, or take a shower... ok kidding on the later.). But I didnt want to totally neglect this blog. Well, any more than Ive already neglected it. And besides, I finally have a new laptop to use and I absolutely LOVE it and might as well get a little use out of it. Its kind of nice not having to hold in the charger or hold up the screen with one hand while typing. Ive had some bad luck with laptops, Im just sayin'.

Im now back at work playing nurse 5 nights a week. The kids started "school" in December the week I started work and two months later, they started a new daycare (Today actually). Noah is 2 1/2 and Juliana is already 19 months. Its hard for me to fathom that Juliana is mere months away from being two. Especially since shes still such a teeny tiny little thing. And Noah is creeping towards three? Youve got to be kidding me!

Going to work wasnt as horrible as I just knew it was going to be. The first two weeks were the hardest and even though I crave the idea of being home with my children, Im trying to stay positive about this new season of my life. Daycare has really been an experience. We chose the wrong daycare for the kids the first time around and I really wish we had done more shopping around. It ended up being a terrible experience leaving my two year old terrified. I had a feeling something wasnt quite right at the daycare that he was at. I couldnt put my finger on it but I just knew something was very, very wrong. Its a mothers intuition. We finally ended up pulling them out after we realized there really was a very big problem in Noah's classroom and the kids stayed home with me for a short while. I was exhausted keeping the kids during the day and going to work at night. Today they started a new daycare in the area. We've visited a few times and let the kids get warmed up and they ended up having a great first day. I picked the kids up this afternoon and I was relieved... so very relieved. I NEED to know that my kids are in good hands. I never knew that I would be quite so hyper or anal as a mother. But Ive become very particular about my kids. Rightly so.

The kids (and Allen) heading in the building for their first day of their new school today:

Im going to really try to update more often. If nothing else but for my own memories. I still devotedly read blogs every single day and will try to become a little more active in the blogging community. Keyword: Try ;)

The importance of rear facing

I wanted to share this video with those with small children that havent seen this yet. It just may save a life.

On being crafty

Ive never considered myself crafty. I'm surprised I passed home ec. I don't sew, didn't cook (working on this one), and sure as heck never made hair bows before. It took me a year to finally get a little crafty and decide to stop buying bows for Juliana and give making them myself a real shot. Really, the prices for one bow at a boutique are incredibly rid-donk-ulous. Ive paid upwards of $10 for a large bow and Juliana takes it and throws it out of her hair when I'm not looking and it gets lost forever. I was faced with a situation recently of either cutting Juliana's bangs or finding a better way to keep her hair out of her eyes. Being a tad opposed to bangs myself as I'm a little scarred from having the most unattractive bangs growing up (Thanks Mom!), I decided that Id either have to go buy her more bows or make them myself. So, I took a little trip to hobby lobby a couple of days ago and bought an assortment of ribbon and alligator clips (and they were having a 50% off sale on all ribbon... score!). Last night I decided to put what I bought to good use, watched two YouTube videos (so of course I'm an expert now and everything) and gave it a go. I stayed up until 3am and by the time I went to bed, I had made 30 bows. I'm excited to say the least. Some of them turned out a little rough, but I made about 3 that look pretty darn cute. 3 out of 30.. not bad right? Actually... I have no idea what I'm doing.

So here's the finished product. Don't laugh at any of them... its a work in progress!

Needless to say, any tips one has to offer on bow making... or anything cute and crafty (Id like to make Juliana a tutu next. Or maybe headbands), I would certainly appreciate it.

I love having a little girl to dress up.

Rambling on...

Gosh, it seems I never just blog for the sake of blogging anymore. Which I miss. I really miss laying in bed at night and recounting my day. There is just so much that you forget when you dont write it down. Especially me. I do believe I have the absolute worst memory. Maybe not. But it soo feels like it sometimes. I cant remember half the time what I ate for dinner the night before or the name of the people in my classes in school. Anyway...

So a year after I had Juliana (A year and 2 months EXACTLY... ya know, to be exact and all) I am still at home. I have LOVED spending this past year with my children. Ive said it so many times, but I missed out on so much of Noah's first year. And they change so very much in those first twelve months.. Everyday they do something new and I missed quite a lot of that. Working as I nurse, I would leave for work around 6:15 or 6:30 at the latest, before Noah got up for the day. Every day before I left for work I'd tiptoe in Noah's room and make sure he was covered up and rub his head for a minute before leaving. I didnt get off work until 7:30 pm and that had to be one heck of an awesome day because I think I only left twice at 7:30. Most times I left around 8:00 or 8:30 and many nights I had to stay much, much later. Noah was already in bed by then and once again, I would have to tiptoe in, make sure he was covered up, rub his little head, and that was it. Noah of course was his dad's little boy which is great. But I remember one night I came home a little early from work and Noah was still awake. He looked at me and cried. He cried! Not because he wanted me to pick him up but because I was a stranger to him. I was working 5 days a week, atleast 13 hour days and slept a good piece of the day that I was off. I didnt want that to ever happen again. I want to raise my children, I dont want daycare to raise them. I want to potty train my child. Not the teacher at daycare. I want to be there for all their firsts. I dont want to hear it from someone else...

That being said, I know that in order for my family to move forward, the time has come (badum dee dum...) for me to go back to work (though Ive said it before, the time has REALLY come). Ive applied for jobs, spruced up my resume and I'm waiting on a callback. Please pray. My nerves are, at times, on the verge of being shot. The idea of dropping my kids off at daycare and listening to them cry (especially Juliana... Noah warms up quickly) kills me. Though I dread it, I am also excited about this new chapter in my life. I cant wait to stop struggling AS MUCH as we do now. I owe that to my family. I owe it to them to find a job where they can have health insurance (as opposed to right now). I have applied for jobs outside of the hospital setting. While I LOVED (Loved, loved, LOVED, L O V E D!) my friends and coworkers at Trident (Did I mention LOVE) I dont feel like I can go back to being a floor nurse. The daily codes, the MRSA, crash carts, IV pumps, chest tubes, ventilators... nothing I miss. Ive applied at a few rehabilitation centers in the area for third shift (would prefer 1st but there were no openings).

Im ready to get the ball rolling on buying a house and helping to provide for a "better" life for my family. Though, I dont want to forget all my lessons in thriftyness that Ive learned in the past year (and 2 months). Before taking this past year off (and definitely before I started buying my own groceries) Id throw whatever in the shopping cart. Id go for the name brands, the flashy packages. I wouldnt take the time to compare prices and I definitely would not look in the newspaper for deals so that I could price match at Walmart. Anytime I go to the store, I now think on a budget. I dont want to forget that. I dont want to stop asking myself "Do we REALLY need this?"

So ready for new changes, but so not ready to let my children go... *sigh*

To end, I just wanted to post a few recent pictures from a recent mini vacation we went on during labor day weekend to visit the kids grandparents (and my Ma and Pa-in law) at a camground they were staying at. It was great seeing them and I know it was a good change of scenery for all of us. Juliana was quite the little fuss bucket and erupted a shiny new toofy the day after we left.

You know, one of the first things Id like to spend money on after I go back to work is a real vacation for my husband and myself. Thinking now... we've never been on a real vacation together. Things to consider!!

Trip to the State House

Today we decided to drive to downtown Columbia and see what all we could get into with the kids. Our first stop was the State House grounds where we ran into (almost literally) what seemed like hundreds of (very tame) birds and squirrels. They would come right up to your feet and even try to eat out of your hand... the kids got a big kick out of getting so close to these animals. A guy walking by gave us a handful of roasted peanuts to feed the squirrels and we soon found out that the birds were pretty fond of the gerber graduate little puffs we had in the diaper bag for Juliana. We finished up there by letting the kids climb up the State House steps (allll thoseee stepsss... whew!).

We rounded out our trip by walking a few blocks down to visit USC (Memories... ). We spent a lot of time walking around reminiscing about our old school days and where we took our classes at. And all the walking we had to do while we were there. I remember it taking me 15-20 minutes to walk from one class to the other. Allen of course reminds me every time that he has me beat as he had to walk at least that far carrying an upright bass for school (taller than he is, mind you!). Oh the good ol' days. They were good then, and they are good now.

And yes, we forgot Juliana's shoes. She didn't mind. ;-)

Wordless Wednesday Wobbly Wednesday

I shot a little video with my camera a few weeks ago as Juliana was just learning to walk at the ripe old age of 12 1/2 months. Though the quality is pretty bad, I thought she was just the cutest little wobbly walker (and you can hear me getting a kick out of it).

Also...

Im a tad bit late (Im always late... I just wouldnt be ME if I wasnt late to and late on everything) on this but we took the kids at the end of July for their 1 and 2 year physicals. We decided to be super brave and take them both at the same time and have them in the same room. What a handful! Neither one of them are overly fond of going to the doctor but Juliana was still too young to REALLY know what was going on. As soon as we pull into the parking lot at the doctors office with Noah in tow, he knows where he is and remembers getting his immunizations all too well and he is NOT a fan. I think it went about as well as could be expected though. Noah was 32 lbs ( 90th percentile) and 50th percentile for height (I didnt quite catch his height while they were measuring him; I was more concerned with the ear piercing screeching but he is between 34 and 35 inches). Juliana was 21 lbs and close to 28 inches making her 50th percentile for weight and 10th for height. She has stayed consistantly 10th percentile since birth so I think she may just be a little shorty- and thats fine with me! Everything else checked out A-Okay with them too. They are both doing well in the speech department, Juliana now has well over 50 words and occasionally puts two words together while Noah is stringing along full sentences and adds more words on daily. Some of Noah's words are starting to become more clear and I can pretty much understand everything he says. I guess all that worrying I did over Noah talking was not warranted after all... but Im a mommy and worrying is my job! I think... But so far, so good. No more checkups for Noah until hes 3 (::Whew!::) and Juliana doesnt go back until 18 months. I cannot believe I have a 1 year old and a 2 year old.

Birthday party

A family friend created this slideshow for me with pictures from the kids birthday party this past Sunday at the Saluda Shoals spray park. I'll upload some pictures that I took later but for now I'll share this! Thanks Rick!

My girl

My baby, my youngest, my little girl, my princess, my Juliana is 1 year old. One whole year has passed since the moment I saw her sweet little face. Love at first sight, without a doubt. Born on a hot wednesday evening at the hospital where I was working at. I came in early that morning to be induced and pitocin was started at 8:30am. I wanted so badly to go into labor without the aid of medication, in the familiarity of my own home. Around week 34, my midwife realized that Juliana had stopped growing well inside of me and the best option for her at that time was for me to be induced when she was full term. The ultrasound that I had before she was born showed that she would weigh very little over 5 lbs full term. My dream of my water breaking and going into labor naturally didnt happen. My dream of a daughter to love, did happen. My little girl came into this world a little after 7:00 that night with a head full of jet black curly hair and she weighed..... 7 lbs 1.6 oz. Not bad for what was supposed to be a 5 pounder. And you know who she looks JUST LIKE... Thats right, her daddy. While Noah is my mini me (for the most part) Juliana is a little girly clone of her daddy. We celebrated her first birthday by taking a trip to the beach for the day, just like we did with Noah last year. The kids had such a great time playing in the sand and water and we ate hot melted cupcakes in the sand and enjoyed the day. Happy Birthday Juliana.

Juliana always has a ready smile, showing off her 6 teeth.

3 bottom teeth, 3 top.

Born with blue eyes but now they change between blue, gray, and hazel.

Black hair was replaced with lightly curly brown hair.

More social than her brother.

Will let a stranger hold her, depending on her mood.

Prefers still to be carried around the house.

Still not walking but swiftly cruises all over the furniture and can stand alone briefly.

Has an amazing vocabulary including mommy, daddy, kitty, puppy, ball, eye, nose, ear, hair, toe, bottle, no, all done, thank you, duck, papy, milk, shoe, jump, and much more.

She hits (yikes!)

Is a water bug... loves to swim and even goes under the water.

Wears mostly 12 months clothes. Some 18 month tops.

Size 4 shoes

Hates her carseat... still.

Counts to 3 "Un... two... teee!!"

Size 3-4/4 diapers.

Toenails painted for the first time a few days ago just for fun.

Sleeps 12 hours at night.

Prefers to be rocked to sleep.

Loves to sing.

Loves to dance.

Loves her mommy and daddy.

And they love her too.

Wordless Wednesday

Happy 2nd birthday, baby of mine.

July 2, 2007 - 3:16 pm

My first born baby is two years old now. He came into this world at 3:16 pm on a Monday afternoon after Allen and I watched Titanic over and over on the hospital tv just waiting to become first time parents. He was born weeks early, two days before July 4th, and I was in labor for 17 hours straight. He was more than worth it. Two years ago I met that precious little boy for the first time and I had never been more scared and more elated at the same time. He was so beautiful... Looking into his face I remember thinking that he was flawless, amazing... much more beautiful than I had ever imagined. I examined his teeny toes, his little fingernails, his sweet little ears. He changed my life that day, he made me a mother. Every decision I made after that included him somehow. Most everything I do, I do it with him in mind. I am so thankful. I love that kid.


I love his hugs...


His blossoming sense of humor


His patience for his baby sister


His smile

I love when he sees me and excitedly shouts out "My mommy!!"


His love for "appa juice" "fruit nacks" and "chee toast"


His curls


How he has adopted the role of protector of his little sister.... "No sissy!! Not a toy!!"


How he loves me even when I lose my patience


I even love how he throws toys at us from the backseat of the car to get our attention



I love his everything.


Happy Birthday to my Noah. I am so proud to be your mommy.

Wordless Wednesday