growing up

Isn’t it amazing that the moment your child’s birthday rolls around how they suddenly look, and act so much older and in an instant you’re left with the all to familiar saying, “where’d my baby go?” or “slow down!”

With my youngest I feel like I blinked and she’s now two (or will be two on Friday). My almost 7 year old well, I feel like he’s been around FOR- E V E R, nevertheless, I cherish his 7 little turns of the earth.

A Starbucks date got me thinking of all this. However a few gut busting merry go round’s around the table later and I get a glimpse of the precious babies that my memories hold dear.

Why? why, as mother’s do we want to cling onto the ‘baby’ part of our children’s lives?

Even for someone like me who has taught her children from a very early age to be self sufficient and dependent. Why do all my memories cling to the infant stage? 3 is my favorite age and 4 is even better and I LOVE seeing little ones put two and two together and learn something for the first time. I love the stories they share and what they find to be funny.

I have a buddy, Levi, he’s the greatest story teller and watching his face light up when he FINALLY gets to the good part there are no words in my book to describe!

ahhhhhhhhhhhh…..*sighs* and *smiles*

I’m just thinking of how my kids have a serious sparkle in their eyes. When they look up at me there’s so much adventure, mystery, and unspeakable joy pouring out. At times I think they glow, there’s so much sparkle, so much wonder in them.

wonder (n) : “a feeling of surprise mingled with admiration, caused by something beautiful, unexpected, unfamiliar, or inexplicable.”

 

 

 

 

impromptu

A “schedule power outage” had us getting up and getting out early one day this week. After dropping Dadee off we went to breakfast sitting down at the table here’s the conversation that ensued:

scenario- eat n park ran out of crayons.

Geno: “MOM, what am I gonna do without crayons?”

Me: “I don’t know bud, talk to me. Tell me about your aspirations, your dreams, what do you wish for?”

Geno: ” I wish I had some crayons…..”

I’m dying!!! I can’t make this stuff up, people.

This happened a little while later…

scenario- Ella is getting upset cause I did SOMETHING wrong so I’m fussing with her so she doesn’t make a scene.

in the background…. Geno: “mom. mom mom. MOM!” *facepalms* “this is why I don’t talk to you.”

YIKES! I just laughed and told him I WAS listening and heard every ‘mom’ he said, but really I don’t know where he gets it sometimes.

We ended up going to 5 below (my favorite store) then after getting some Starbucks and playing in the fake grassy area next to Barnes & Noble. 20170809_104531

Geno said, “mom take our picture!” and of course how can I say no. Ella is so good at saying cheese now and Geno’s facial expression crack me up. Both my children smile with their eyes. At times its hard to get a picture with their eyes looking like they are open. I like this picture nonetheless.

They are getting big.