But here we are, in May of 2014. Mason, my baby, just turned six. It's so hard to believe sometimes.
He's almost finished with Kindergarden and even the first day of school - when I laid in bed crying hysterically after he got onto the bus for the first time - seems like ages ago. There was a time, not long ago actually, when the thought of him growing up absolutely terrified me. But now, when I look at the person he's becoming, I'm not scared anymore. He's smart, he's funny, he's full of energy and excitement, and he wants to learn everything he possibly can about the world around him.
People say the time flies by quickly. That you'll wake up one morning and your kid will be 25 and you'll have no idea where the time has gone. And some of that is true, I guess. It does go quickly. I can't believe that six years has passed since Mason was born. But then, I do know where the time has gone. The time has been spent playing and learning and reading stories and making messes and wiping tears. It's been spent watching a little newborn blob grow into a confident, fun, outgoing six-year-old person. These past six years have been well-spent.
In other, life-changing, huge news - on January 21st, along came Oliver.
Never did I think I could love someone as much as I love Mason. But Ollie has stolen my heart with his big blue eyes and giant toothless smile. It's been a big adjustment for us, but now, four months later, I can't imagine life without him. Mason absolutely loves being a big brother. He says they're BFFs.
I do hope to get back in the habit of updating the old blog more often now that Ollie's here. I love looking back at the posts I wrote when Mason was tiny and I want to be able to do that with Oliver, too. Until then, I'll be holding onto every second I have with these two perfect boys.
