Why is it that I can't really remember what my kids looked like when they were little unless find a picture? Like the one above, for instance. I think Noah was three here. I was thinking about how different his life was then. Scott and I both worked full-time in downtown Chicago so he spent his days, from 8:00am until 6:00pm, at daycare/preschool. I would sometimes have to go get him from daycare around 4:30pm and bring him back with me to the office until 11pm or so during the busy season (thankfully, my wonderful boss allowed this). He would sit on the floor of my office and play with a pitiful looking box of toys. I wonder if he remembers any of that? It's almost as if he had a completely different mom.
I know I am different -- some good different and some bad different. It'll be interesting to find out what his Mom is like when he's 13. For sure, I'll be the Mom who embarrasses the hell out of him while trying to not embarrass him. But maybe by that time, I'll be back into regular showers and sawdust and glue-free clothing.