alright. so whose brilliant idea was it to have me follow around a three year-old for an entire day, anyway? that was like, pure torture.
oh yeah, that's right. it was mine, heh.
I'm not sure how (or why) my pea-sized brain comes up with these outlandish ideas, but anyway. I had it in my head that I wanted to take pictures of Rowan as he went about his day, and by gosh, nothing was gonna stop me. not even a husband who kept looking at me like I was crazy. I don't know, I just thought it'd be fun to capture those cute (and not so cute) "everyday" moments. you know, the ones that years down the road I most likely will forget.
but holy moly, talk about a workout! by eight o'clock, Rowan was tucking ME in bed. seriously. I mean, who needs Jillian Michaels when you can just tail a three year-old all day long? OY!
my sweet, little boy is growing up way too fast!
and last but not least, an in-depth conversation Rowan and I recently had:
ME: what's your name?
ME: how old are you now?
ROWAN: RO-wan. (said slowly, and with careful pronunciation because apparently he thinks I'm really dumb.)
ME (holding up three fingers): no, you're three! remember?
me: yep, you're three.
Rowan: NO, I'm Rowan.