It's such a blur. I remember each of them being born. I remember celebrating birthdays and changing diaper after diaper . . . I remember silly moments and frustrating moments; watching them sleep and watching them play. I just don't remember watching them grow up. Even Timber, my "baby," is walking, talking, feeding himself, and holding his own in wrestling matches with Scout. Definitely NOT a baby.
But big kids are fun too. A lot more fun than babies, actually. It's good for other people to have babies so that I can touch super soft baby cheeks and snuggle with a perfectly content newborn but I don't need any more babies of my own. I'm having fun with the big kids in my life now! They're so silly and always so surprising!
And they're starting to think like adults, which can be scary --
Last night Timber was upset because Scout found a toy guitar that he had been looking for. Scout was playing with the guitar and refusing to share, Timber was crying because he wanted the guitar, and suddenly, Flora points to the kitchen and yells, "Hey, look! Donuts!" Scout and Timber ran into the kitchen only to be disappointed at the absence of donuts. I asked Flora why she said that and she answered, "I was hoping that Scout would drop the guitar to see the donuts and then I could get it for Timber." Haha, not the ideal solution to the situation but I definitely gave her props for originality!
Baby picture after eating. He's so peaceful. It makes me sleepy just looking at him.
Big kid picture after eating. Notice ALL of their mouths are open telling me something -- once they start talking it really doesn't stop. Although I've heard that the talking drops off significantly once they hit the teenage years.
Baby picture after a bath. His skin is practically glowing with softness. All ready for a cuddle.
Big kid picture after bath. Again, mouths open. I think I told them to roar for this one though (because Scout's towel is a dinosaur).
