time

in the blink of an eye, my son has gone from a brown, huge eyed baby to a big kid. yesterday afternoon i saw him open the elevator, hold the "special" button so the door doesn't shut, and ask a fellow occupant which floor he was going to. when we arrived at his floor, max told him "see ya later". he helped me drag the cooler to the beach two days ago, when i suggested he hand me his shoes, he said "no mama, i'll carry them". he also has mastered jumping into the pool and going under water without holding his nose...as a sun/water worshipper myself...i couldn't be more proud...

it's so cliche to say that time flies, it's almost a completely ludicrous statement but truer words were never spoken... :)

max was JUST BORN!! but he wasn't, talia was...she has replaced him on my hip...but she is nearly crawling...we just bought our house...but it's nearly a year. 

and finally, vacation just started and it's nearly over...

it's been a fun week. the kids have loved the ocean and have smiled all week.

that is, until last night. . .

after MUCH discussion, we ended up having dinner at buffalo wild wings...much to my chagrin, mainly because we have a BW3 in pittsburgh...are we REALLY hitting a local chain in SC?? lame...but we did...after hearing max say for the 3rd time that he didn't feel right, he proved it to me by puking on my shoes...so we left and walking into the condo he was sword fighting with daddy, running around...we thought it was over exhaustion...two more pukes later on that night told a different story.

(long story short...it's s 730 am and i am just now released from duty...my mother in law is taking them for a walk...don't think ms talia slept like an angel through all that...she is amazingly good but...everyone has their breaking point...)

so here i am...i just turned 32 this month, i have an unbelievably supportive, loving husband, two amazing children, a job that most people would kill for and yet the complaining appears...

"time, please slow down..."i'll take early mornings with little ones who rise with the sun, i'll take little to no warning about impeding vomit, pacifiers that roll 5 miles away when the holder smiles, awkward comments by toddlers to the tune of "mama, did you see that little adult?", and most of all sticky, slobbery, peanut buttery, kisses that make me know i was born for this...