a day in the life of a three year-old.

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?

ROWAN: Rowan.

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?

ROWAN: THREE?

me: yep, you're three.

Rowan: NO, I'm Rowan.

DUH!

-jessica