Yep, that's me. A week ago I turned the big 3-0. I still feel like I'm in college, so I am not worried a bit about my thirties. Goodbye my lovely twenties! I won't miss you a bit...well, maybe a little.
My little toot also had a landmark on my big day. Somebody is seventeen months old now. These days Shepherd in all about cleaning. He loves wipes, brooms and the miniature vacuum cleaner at church. I just bought him a toy broom for Christmas yesterday...don't tell him. He says ball, moo, woof woof, ma ma and da da. But, his favorite word is dooad. When I ask him if he is ready for breakfast (or any meal for that matter), he runs over to his high chair and tries to climb it. He loves bath time and enjoys his turtle and pulling the plug. Shep is a very good eater, which just so happens to run in the family. I love you my little honeybee...there are no words.
This was me at Shepherd's age. Any resemblance?
Until next time...