Throw back...

I suppose I should've waited until his 5th birthday or something to post this, but my B.F.F. just found this photo on her computer and sent it to me. As soon as I opened the attachment on her email, I immediately remembered what it was like to snuggle with Jeepers in my bed in the morning without him telling me that my breath stunk. I also remembered what it was like to not be told that my dinner smelled disgusting, or how he would rather play with Schmayden or go skiing rather than go to stinkin' school. Ah...the good ole' days.




xo --- B.M.