Six? Seriously? Is that all?

People say that time flies and that your kids will be grown and gone in the blink of an eye. That's not really the case for me. Tyler turned 6 today and while everyone else was saying, "Wow, he's getting so big! It seems like just yesterday he was crawling around and wearing diapers!" I was thinking, wow, you're only six? I feel like Tyler has been in my life forever. I feel like I have been a parent for way longer than six years. (That doesn't mean I know anything yet about parenting, but that's a different story.) I barely remember life before I had children. I guess I didn't worry about memories much back then. Once I had a child, I wanted to remember everything. I started taking pictures when I had a baby. I started scrapbooking when a had a baby. I filled my brain with a million baby/parenting facts when I had a baby. What's the capital of Montana? Beats me. But I can tell you that you shouldn't give honey to a baby because they could get botulism. I love being a mom. Now, six years later, I feel like things might start to get easier (my baby is almost 2) but in all reality, they are just going to be a different kind of hard. It's a good thing they are so much fun and I love them so much!

Here are some pictures of Tyler on each of his 6 birthdays:

p.s. he has had the same alligator cake for 3 years in a row. I wonder if he thinks that's his only option?