Why Bathtime Always Follows Mealtime

Just . . . wow

Yeah . . . I know theres a shadow . . .
and - I know your head is being chopped off . . .

but you were coming directly at me -
full speed ahead.

That aside - this is perhaps one of my most favorite shots of you . . .

just look at that smile.

i love you

Just So Rock and Roll

Dear Son,

Further evidence that music is just in your bones.
Whether hearing it on the radio or making your own . . . you gotta have it - and you gotta move.
Here, you were your own one man band - shirtless and all (drivin' the ladies wild already!!)

It's no surprise really though - you are the music of my life, so it seems only natural for you to love music as you do.

[ehem . . . and do note the too cool for school spidey slippers...]


Rock on baby boy.

love,

Mom

For the Record

Dear Son,

Lots of photo's as of late . . . not so many words.
So let it not be taken for granted, that though I
may not have been writing the longest of letters
these past few weeks . . .

You still knock my socks off . . . everyday.
Everyday is a joy.
A gift.
A treasure and a blessing.

When I see those big brown eyes staring back at me . . .
Nothing else in the world even comes close to mattering.

You'll never know how truly amazing you are.
Just you. Being you.

I'm so glad you're mine.

I love you.

It's a Guy Thing - You Wouldn't Understand . . . (and by "You" - I Mean "ME")

Dear Son,

I've said it before . . . . and I'll say it once again . . .
and furthermore, I will most likely stand by it for years to come . . .

it's just gotta be something in the male genes!

love,

mom

You Vs. Corn

mmm ...mmm...mmm

ATTACK!

Two Fisted Wonder
(laugh if you wanna - you know two ears are better than one)

a short break . . .

Victory!

Needless to say:
Final Score -

Luca: 2
Corn: 0

I'm a Big Kid Now

Truckin' [aka: Mom Experiments with New Camera]