Hey Girl

Salutations friends:

remember how I used to blog?  yea that.  I was doing a really great job of enjoying my spring break and then BAM school started.  And Jude's exhausted.  And I'm exhausted.  And I guess basically we are just both ready for summer.  And next weekend is a 3 day weekend.  But mainly- summer is on the horizon and we are ready to sleep in.  You know till 7:30 because that's how we roll around here.

Here are some things to look forward to on the blog:

* Jude and Charlea take the zoo
* The best camping date of all time
* Part 2 of being called to be like God's Son
* My continuing 1000 gifts

Those are my goals anyway.  :)

For now, enjoy this pic of Jude who greatly enjoyed ice cream over spring break.  I think we went to Sonic every day.  Ok maybe every other day.  But for some reason the second warm weather hits, I can't resist ice cream.  I really need to just stock my fridge, but I haven't wanted to 'make that commitment' yet.  My wallet is telling me its time though.  I blame my parents for this compulsive need.  I literally cannot remember a day where my parents have NOT had a minimum of 3 gallons of bluebell (or these days HEB- because seriously, best grocery store ever) in their fridge.  All my childhood evenings are filled with bowls of ice cream and homemade chocolate sauce.  Bliss I tell you!

So ice cream.  It's a family tradition....

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Ghetto Jude

Ghetto Jude from Ashley Doner on Vimeo.

Bc sometimes he wears me out

These pictures basically show you what today has been like.  The top one shows how Jude climbed and put himself in to his high chair.  The bottom shows his attempt at dragging the trash can across the kitchen and trying to get it into his cabinet.

There has been lots of climbing today.  And whining when told no.  It's been fun.

Toddlerhood is kind of a bipolar experience.  On the one hand, its kind of funny to watch all these antics go down.  They do crazy stuff, say crazy stuff (when you can understand it).  However, it's also maddening.  Literally, there are times when I think I'm going to lay on the floor and cry too.  He wants everything he shouldn't have.  Everything he can rip.  Everything he can destroy.  Everything he could potentially hurt himself with.  And he does not like it when he gets told no.

Oh for the love of all things, thank goodness for nap and bedtime.  Is it just me or do the antics and craziness get worse right before nap/bed?  Because when it gets craziest I find myself thinking, 'thank goodness he will be in bed soon'.

Anyway, it's so much fun to be home with him, and I really, really do love the little rascal.  But oh my geezums, it's exhausting.