It's Official

It's official: Drew is IN his thirties! My sweet man turned 31 on Sunday. He's very not happy with aging and is constantly lamenting "how old" he is- I keep reminding him that it's really not THAT old and that people still think he looks like a teenager, so he at least doesn't look 31. My encouragement always falls on deaf ears though. Sigh. Anyways, here are 10 things that I LOVE about DREW.

1. Drew is super responsible, and I am super not. He takes care of everything and everyone around here and really makes me want to be better and more like him.

2. I know I say this all the time, but he's just so funny. Always making me laugh, smile, happy, fall in love with him all over again and again.

3. Suuuuch a cute cute cute dad- you should see the way his beautiful little babies light up whenever he comes home and how much Valentine asks for him while he's at work. They all love love each other and it warms my mommy/wife heart to see it.

4. So handsome- even with a mohawk he looks good.

5. He is such a hard worker- he puts himself completely into everything he does- husband, father, work, church, everything.

6. Drew is very full of life. He's an energetic, fun person and it's very catching and makes life with him very interesting and great!

7. He very much so has a sense for right and wrong- he knows what's right and that's what he does and believes in- he's extremely honest and good.

8. He makes me feel beautiful- which is a big deal cause as of late I feel like I've been looking like a monster.

9. Drew has such a gooood heart. He's always doing things for others and thinking of others and is just very very kind.

10. I love that he is who he is and that he is my husband and loves me and our lovely little ones.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DREW DEAR!!!!!!

Bad

Look at these faces- could they BE any happier???

This is how bad it got the other night. My kids had peanut butter for dinner. No bread, no crackers, just peanut butter and spoons. I was so frazzled from a baaad day and they were being such monsters (thus the baaad day) and peanut butter was the ONLY thing they'd eat so I let them. They sat there with their spoons and I sat there with the big fat jar and they just kept taking big fat globs and licking and chomping on it. I hope you don't think I'm a terrible mother- they did a little later also have some cheese and apple- once everybody had calmed down- thanks to the peanut butter.

LE SIGH.

Big Girl

Where did this big girl come from??!!?! Miss Valentine has started pre-school. She turns 3 in a month. She really really isn't a baby anymore. She is a full-fledged KID. She's been twice now and both times I've been informed that she did GREAT. No crying, no trouble, she just has fun. That's my girl. It makes me sad and excited and tons of other emotions all at the same time. The first time I dropped her off, I kept thinking, "Do I just go??? Shouldn't I talk to the teacher or something or stay with her for a minute?" But Valentine made a straight bee-line for the bucket of ponies and after me giving her and the teacher several questioning, uncertain looks I left. I felt sad, proud, free, exhilarated, and wistful all at the same time. Mainly free. A lot free. But then I realized I have another child to go take care, so not totally free. Plus it's only 2 days a week for 2 1/2 hours- really only 2 counting the time to drop her off and pick her up. Nevertheless, this is a fun new chapter for the little Hafer clan and our little... I mean big girl.

P.S. The BEST part of this whole experience is every time I pick her up she runs to me yelling "Moooooommmmmy!!!!" and hugs me and whispers in my ear "I love you so much Momma." Then she says "Thank you Miss Sue" to her teacher and we get in the car and go back home together.