Isms

During the almost six years of Jackson's short little life, I've probably considered donating him to charity a thousand times. (Don't even judge me.)

I think he knows this.

And to postpone his need to find alternate living arrangements, he knows just what to say to keep my feathers from getting too ruffled and remind me that he is pretty cute.

Upon noticing the baby's curls as I was drying him off after his bath: "Matthias, you look like a bluebird!" (I'm still trying to figure out where this imagery came from.)

As I was finishing up my hair and make-up in preparation for an appointment: "You're going to be so beautiful, Mom."

Really. How could I not keep him?