"Rosie's mom"

These words are music to my ears, overheard when my three-year-old neighbor boy was describing me to his mom.

"Rosie's mom." 

Me. Little ole me. Someone's mom. Still thrills me. 

Rosie is now 16 months old, running around, saying words. Today she said our cat's name. Sorta. "Darky" for "Sharky." Cute as all get-out.

I'm still a stay-at-home-mom. Still loving it. Lots of play dates and activities. Just wish I had the money to go to all the music classes, etc. Happy price to pay for not having a paycheck anymore.

Here she is playing peekaboo.

~Jem