The kids just keep growing.
C will be starting preschool after the holidays.
E will turn one after the holidays.
She’s been crawling, pulling herself up onto furniture, “talking” like crazy, eating like crazy, and will probably try to start walking at some point in the nearish future.
He’s been sneaking around getting into things he shouldn’t, defying authority, questioning everything (which sometimes makes me question things) and generally, being a card-carrying three-year old.
It’s fun to witness each new phase, and a little bittersweet. We don’t have sweet little, cooing, smiling babies anymore. In their place are an ornery toddler, and a pre-toddler who is actively morphing into a mini person.
Each phase has its challenges, for sure, but they’re just drops in the bucket compared with the laughter and joy and amazement that we experience each day.
Sometimes it’s more of a challenge, but we’ve really tried to enjoy this while we can, and have taken to saying that we’re “making memories,” whether it’s something good or not as good. Going to watch the orchestra play Pixar music outside under the stars, that actually turned into a miserable, overcrowded, thunderstorming, pants-wetting adventure? Didn’t turn out at all like we thought, but we were able to laugh about it (even in the moment) and chalk it up to memory-making. And no, we probably won’t ever forget that one.
Busted both of them in the Halloween candy. I’m sad that she’s already following him into trouble. Sad and scared…
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