Announcing: TINY SESSIONS

I keep having all of these wonderful ideas on how to announce this, but I never seem to have the time to getting around to doing it.  Or, when I do, something happens, like the power turning off this afternoon.  Anyways.  We are trying something new this year.

Tiny photography sessions.  

Here is how it works.  On March 16th and March 21st, I will be holding 10-15 minute photography sessions for $35 plus tax.  You get 3-5 images in color and bw emailed to you.  It is a great time to get some shots done in those cute new Easter outfits at an awesome price!  Both sessions will be shot in a studio setting.  The price is for up to two children.  Each additional child will be an extra $7. To schedule a time please email me at hjamieson@mac.com.

xoxoxo
Heidi

Five years old.

Five years old.  I think I am in denial.  Where does the time go?  And it is my BABY that is five.  I wanted to cry all day long. I hate that he is growing up.  He is no longer a baby and starts kindergarten in the fall.  I cannot believe it.

Because Jeff is in California, he was not home on Crew's actual birthday, so we waited to have his party two days later.  Crew wanted an airplane party.  Or a jet party.  He wanted an actual jet pack for his birthday so he can fly, but unfortunately for him, we were not able to find one.



We of course had cake.



And he begged for a pinata.  Not such a good idea in the winter.  It was too cold to go outside so indoors it was.  I was worried for our tv.  And the little kids two feet away as Jake and Cole were swinging as hard as they could with a wooden bat. Like the good wife that I am, I made Jeff hold it.  I was not getting hit with that thing.  We may hold off on pinatas in the middle of February from now on.



He opened presents.  He got legos, and star wars stuff and dinosaurs and an airplane.



It was a good day.  Love this kid to the moon and back.



A little about Crew at FIVE:

This kid is still obsessed with reptile anything.  Dinosaurs, crocodiles, snakes.  We were at the aqaurium one afternoon and he found an anaconda in a cage.  It was, "Just what I always wanted for my birthday!"  I hate snakes.  Jeff hates snakes.  We will never have a snake.

His new obsession at the moment is baseball.  The boys got the movie 'The Sandlot' for Valentines Day.  I think we have watched it at least twenty times since.  And I am not exaggerating.  We all have the thing memorized.  Crew acts out all the parts and wants to be Benny in the movie when he grows up.  Jeff is still trying to talk him out of the whole baseball thing but is not having much luck.  Pretty sure it is going to be a lost cause considering he loves it.

Cute boy is in the 'loving' stage.  And I love it.  I get asked at least twenty times a day if I will marry him.  He tells me constantly that I am his best friend and 'I just wuv you so much mommy'.

Still no change on being able to talk.  Someone told me that I need to put him in speech.  Nope.  I like it too much.  Maybe if he gets to junior high school and he still can't say his letters I will think about it.

There is seriously not another kid like this one.  He makes us crazy happy and helps keep me sane most days.  Love him.  Love how happy he is all. the. time.  He can be sassy, but that just seems to add to the cuteness.

A couple of his 'sandlot' pictures:

This kid.  That kid.  Plus one more.  It makes for a crazy life.  This boy decided to trip over a baseball bat while playing baseball in the middle of the road and break his hand.  That same day, I had two other children that were limping.  Crew, because he "was the bwavest" and jumped from the ninth stair to the hard floor.  (I am wondering when they are going to learn their lesson that jumping from high places actually bruises the bottom of your heels.)  Jake's foot got caught while 'sledding' down the stairs in the banister.  Like the good mom I am, I yelled at all of them to knock off the faking.  Crew was still limping three weeks later, Jake had a huge bruise on the side of his foot the next day and Coles hand was black and blue and swollen.  The xray the next morning confirmed a break in his hand.  Such good mothering abilities we have around here.

Happy Heart Day.

This year my valentine was five hundred miles away in California working.  So lame.  Luckily I have an eight year old that made up for the fact that Jeff was gone.  He walked in from school that afternoon and told me, "Mom, I got you a valentine today."   I figured he had made me a card in school, but he proceeded to pull out the cutest bracelet I have ever seen behind his back.  He said, "I saved up all my stars in school for the last month so I could buy it for you."  Can you say, melted. my. heart.  Seriously.  This is my child that is such a tease and so naughty I don't know what to do with him half of the time.  And then he pulls this on me.  Of course I started crying like the good emotional mother that I tend to be most days... not because of the bracelet but because of how hard he worked to get something for someone else.  My work is done here for the day.  Thank heavens he is learning to be sweet and kind.  And that naughty bit does not even bother me in the least bit... it makes him Cole.  Love him.
xoxoxo

Happy Heart Day to you.