You can see that Ryan was in 'a mood' when this was taken.
Always posing...always dramatic
A typical day where no nap was taken.
Brady being sweet as always.
It's been "one of those weeks" around here. If it's not Ryan pushing it with his attitude, it's Kate with her 'jumpupanddownflailing' crying fits (hearing one upstairs as we speak), it's Brady's continual blueberry or peach poop blowouts in public (Target or at football practice tonight), or Olivia's "I hate everything you make for supper" whine-fests.
I look at Brady each day and fully realize that I am on borrowed time with him. In a year (or so), he will be throwing tantrums, crying uncontrollably over something ridiculous, stop eating veggies and fruits, start hitting, biting, kicking, and worst of all, stop liking me!
I want you think back to when your first born child in your arms. Think how tiny he/she was, smelled, and looked at you.
Now, slap some football pads on him, fast forward almost ten years, and that's about how I was feeling when I took this photo. What happened to my 5 lb 14 oz baby???