January 18th was a special day for my family. Without that day I wouldn’t even exist (oh the horror).

On that day, fifty years ago my parents met for the first time. As the story has been told, it was a basketball game and my mother nearly burt my father’s face off with a “trick” lighter…Whatever the hell that is. After that night, the rest as they say is history.

I’ve known Bill for a little more than eight years and right now fifty years seems so far away. In a world where more than half of all marriages are destine for failure, fifty years together is quite an accomplishment. I’ve had a front row seat for the past thirty some odd years and I can say it wasn’t all good times. I remember more than one argument with swear words and name calling. Even now, fifty years since they first met, and forty five years of marriage they still know how to piss each other off. But what’s more important is that they still know how to love each other.

Sure they drive each other bat shit crazy somedays, but at the end of those days they still love each other and would do anything for each other. My parent’s are a fine example of a love to last a lifetime. It is my most sincerest hope that Bill and I can follow in their footsteps and many, MANY years from now we’ll be celebrating the day we met.

All my love to my amazing parents, here’s to another fifty years!

It’s a big day here in Mommyland. Today, at 9:59pm, Logan turns three.

Three! Where has the time gone?

When I look at just how quickly the time has gone, I know that the next three years are going to fly by even faster. Then I’ll be putting both my boys on the school bus. ((sniffle sniffle))

Logan never ceases to amaze me. Sure, it’s not the first time I’ve had a three year old tearing up my house, but it’s still amazing to watch him grow. To watch my little baby become a little person. To watch my helpless baby become an independent little dude. Just one short year ago he was hardly talking and now he can carry a conversation. He has a pretty good grasp on technology too. But considering his parent’s love for gadgets, I guess that’s no big surprise. Logan loves music and his favorite song is Moves Like Jagger (Maroon 5)…He loves to dance and show off those moves. Logan is tough! The kid can take a licking and keep on ticking, he is no stranger to the ER. The kid is absolutely fearless.

No matter how bad a day I may have or how angry he may make me, Logan’s smile can instantly melt my heart. Always willing to give a sad mommy a hug, I love his caring heart. Logan gives his love freely, often surprising me with a hug, kiss and I love you, just because he can. What mommy wouldn’t love that?

Since I couldn’t get out of working tonight, Bill and I took Logan out on a little adventure. First to the toy store to pick out anything he wanted (it was the mommy guilt talking). Then lunch at a Chinese Buffet, the kid loves the ice cream and jello squares.

Logan enjoying his ice cream after literally one bite of chicken. Hey, it’s his birthday, he can do whatever the hell he wants!

Logan and Daddy.

Out cold after some fun with Mommy & Daddy.

I hope Logan has a wonderful birthday even though it wasn’t anything too special, and I hope he knows how loved he is. This weekend we’ll really celebrate with a proper party complete with cake and more presents, and his school party is next week so it’ll be like the birthday that never ends.

Am I sad that there are no more babies in my house? A little. Well, that is until the boys start fighting and driving me crazy yet again. With this birthday, I begin a new chapter in motherhood. Wish me luck!