Folsom Zoo

A visit to the zoo has been on my summer to-do list and we finally went! My friend Alyssa met me there and brought her two kids. We had a great time.

Carson's favorite wasn't the animals but the train. We rode the train twice and as you can see he was adamant that I sit next to him, "all aboard!" and we're off!



Carson loved the train so much in fact that when it was time to go he threw a full on tantrum...I easily could have accidentally dropped him because he was moving so frantically and yelling "mo train, train"...in between screams.


The best part for me was seeing him with one of his many friends named Will. They are a couple weeks a part in age and have fun together. Carson initiated the hand holding...so innocent. I can see them being friends for a long time.

The days are long, but the years are short

As you get older (ahem, I am not calling myself old I am just saying) the years fly by in the blink of an eye. Andrew has been gone for 6 days now. Not that long but long enough for me. Yesterday was a hard day and I am starting to get burnt out...for those I know whose husbands are gone much longer, you are amazing!

My frustration and exasperated patience got me thinking about how much I love being a mom. Sure the days are long, almost every minute is focused on someone else and the to-do list is never ending but there is really nothing else I would rather be doing because with the exhaustion comes joy and with the trails and mistakes of raising children there are invaluable lessons are learned.

For me and probably every other mom out there sometimes the days just seems to drag but they are over before you know it. I am grateful to have spend two years with Carson watching him grow, learn and explore the big world around him and I look forward to many more "short" years.

Here's to another day in paradise!

The last little while Carson seems to have a shoe fetish and will try on any shoe he finds and walk around. One particular day his choice of shoe was the red ladybug.

You see he has these rather manly rain boots that are too big for him and they don't fit into his shoe holder in his closet so they are on his closet floor-easy access I guess. He loved roaming the house with a swagger in his step all the while saying, "my boots, boots, my boots" in his itty bitty sweet voice. I thought it was cute enough to share...but when do I not?!