One extreme to the other

This morning Xander came over from spending the weekend with his dad. I had gotten my hair dyed so after a bit I said, “You didn’t say anything about my hair!” Xander says, “Momma, it looks beautiful!” ♥️♥️

Then, later:

I looked at Xander and he says, “My finger was behind me.” I said, “Are you lying to me?” “No.” “Where was it really?” “Just kidding. It was in my butt.” 🙄😂 Boys.


My sweet boy ♥️

One year ago today: “When I get older, I’m a boy, so I might turn into a dad. And I’ll be big. And so will baby Ezra. And then you’ll be sad because you won’t have a little boy anymore, right, momma? But that’s ok, because I’ll be here.”

Yup. I cried. ❤



Xander: “Momma did you know I’m the master of my ‘sea-ups’? Do you know what ‘sea-ups’ are?”

Me: “Uhhh no?”

Xander: “Me either, but I’m still the master of mine.” 😂



Ezra has turned my computer off twice today when I was in the middle of the things. This last time I said, “You little jerk.”

Xander goes to Ezra and says, “You’re not a jerk, Ezra. You just don’t know any better.”

Moral of the story? Sometimes momma is the jerk.



Today when I picked Xander up from school his teacher told me how she was fake crying about having to be gone next week for training. Xander grabbed her arm and said, “Miss Raelynn, You’re just crying for attention.” If only he could take his own criticism. Haha