Oh boy...

I have a problem. I don't delete pictures. Ever. The type of pictures that are under exposed or too blurry to even tell what is in the image? Yeah, I keep those. I don't know why. But I have a problem with deleting. Its just SO permanent.

Daniel has been asking (aka: nagging) me to go through my pictures and delete the crap ones to free up some space. I have thousands of pictures on here of Zachariah alone. They are all organized. Every picture I took within his first year I organized in separate folders by the week. Once he turned a year old I started doing it by the month. So there are a TON of folders and a TON of pictures on this computer. I can probably delete hundreds upon hundreds that are either just horrible pictures or copies of pictures.

All that to say, I sat down to do that a little bit ago. Instead of deleting, I found myself gazing at Zachariah's baby pictures. I started going through, week by week. Just staring. Letting the memories take over.

I started remembering when my baby was one day old. Only a freaking day old! He was so tiny!
Then came the three week old pictures. Oh how I loved this picture!

Four months old...Six months old...
Seven months... GAH! He is so cute!!!!

And then all of a sudden, THIS happened:
Seriously. When did he leave the newborn stage and become a full fledged toddler? This is all a bit overwhelming.

*sigh*

I think I want another one.

Keep in mind that in about ten min. my son will wake up from his nap and shake this feeling right out of me. But for now, during the silence of nap time... I want another one.

Takes Me Back

Zachariah and I were watching the 25th anniversary DVD of Sesame Street the other day, and I was reminded of one of my favorite songs by Chris and the Alphabeats. I just think this is the funniest thing! I love it.

(The Count blabbers on for a bit, so go to the 50 second mark to see the actual song)

A Year Ago

Halloween last year...


Halloween this year...


My gosh he has gotten big.

Happy Trick or Treating everyone!! :)

a.n.g.e.l.

I cant remember the last time I have listened to the radio with Zachariah in the vehicle. He loves his CD’s, and is usually quite the happy camper in the car as long as they are being played. So I sacrifice my tunes for his mind-numbing alphabet songs so that I have a happy baby. And most of the time I even ignore the strong urge to stab myself in the eye with a sharp utensil due to listing to the SAME TWO CD’S OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

Anyway.

Zachariah and I were on our way home from the park today… driving with the windows down and my music cranked up (in case you were wondering, it fluctuates between Rock 103 and Q102) for once. For a moment I completely forgot I was driving a mini-van. I forgot I had a one year old in the backseat. I forgot I was on my way to Wal-Mart to pick up some groceries that we missed earlier this week. For that moment I completely forgot I had any responsibilities whatsoever. I wasn’t stressed or depressed. I wasn’t pissed off at nothing in particular. I didn’t have a care in the world. I actually thought I was eighteen again, on my way to my 2 pm English Lit class. I was absolutely loving this moment. Singing off key to Angel (by Natasha Bedingfield) with the wind blowing through my hair. That moment was perfect.

Then the song ended.
The baby cried.
I pulled into the crowded Wal-Mart parking lot.
I realized I was driving a mini-van instead of my old Nissan.
And I remembered I was a 23 year old mom, not an 18 year old college student.

Darn that reality.

Don’t get me wrong. I LOVE my life now. I wouldn’t change it for anything. But being a mom is difficult and challenging. And because of that, sometimes I miss the college days where I didn’t have a care in the world. And it was nice, if only for a moment, to remember those days.