I've been upfront with the fact that Matt and I make freaking adorable babies. The fact we are no longer having babies seems criminally and this post will only highlight why we should have more.
One phrase you'll hear in our household quite often is, "I sure love my hooker!" courtesy of Jackson. Meet the hooker:
A few weeks ago Jackson and I were shopping at Target and he is my boy fashionista. He is super picky about the clothes he wears, when he wears them, and god forbid anything gets them dirty and/or wet because it is grounds for immediate outfit change. But at Target he spotted this Batman sweatshirt from clear across the store. He is obviously a huge Batman fan.
The other thing Jackson loves? His sissy. He loves Olivia sometimes too much. I think he drives her insane and she sometimes wishes he'd hold back on the love. But he insists on walking her to her classroom everyday, giving hugs and kisses. One day she didn't give him a hug/kiss and he started balling. It was kind of a scene. So now we make sure she says goodbye to him properly. But he thinks she is the greatest thing ever. And she probably thinks he's OK too.
It's kind of sad to see the kids growing up because I don't know where the time is going. It seems like the first four years for Olivia went so slowly and with Jackson they are gone in the blink of an eye. I know it's because I am getting busier and busier with each year and I do the best that I can do. I'd by lying if I said I wasn't more than a little disappointed that we aren't having any more kids. I do wish we could have more because I really enjoyed being pregnant, I had easy pregnancies and easy labor and deliveries, and I really do enjoy the baby phases. But Matt definitely doesn't want any more kids and I have to respect that. It's just frustrating that he doesn't understand the baby fever I'm basically suffering with. Does it get any better?