This time last year I had a baby in an infant car seat, a sweet three year old that did not whine, a five year old that still occasionally played with Thomas the Train, and a loving husband.
Instead of focusing on how painful it is to see them growing up so fast. I will just brag about all of their great milestones. It will put my mind at ease. Repeat after me, "Stop growing. Stop growing. Stop growing."
She might not say a lot at 18 months old but the girl sure does observe and register everything. She loves to pull out my hair straightener and slide it over her hair, admires my fancy lotions and massages her legs, worships my costume jewelry and has broken many strands. This past weekend, she approached me at the pool, "EEEEWWWWW... Mama. Ewww." I looked into her eyes and tried to register what she meant. "Ewwww... Mama." She said again and patted her bottom. My baby girl, just told me she pooped in her swim diaper. Whenever I change her diaper I lovingly squeal "Ew." Holy Guacamole, someone call MENSA. I am not ready to have a baby out of diapers.
She thrives best when busy. Recently, I asked her what I should sign her up for in the fall. "Ballet, gymnastics, tennis, ice skating, and horse school." She told me while jumping in place. At home she whines, she screams, she cries from the lack of activity. Mind you, we have a gazillion things to keep her busy at home. I asked her if she whined, screamed, and cried at school and in horse camp, she smiled and honestly replied, "No, I am just crazy at home." Dear God, sweet Lola, give me a break. Therefore, I usually give in to most of her activity requests. More so, and more importantly, she is REALLY good at most things she tries because she is fearless. Check out this absolutely boring video of her after a week of horse camp. The posture. The horse show smile. The perfect grip of the rein. She looks so old, polished, and mature. And yes, she is wearing a T-shirt that says, "My mom is blogging this." Her choice. I lost my choices months ago.
Jay is a homebody. Even as an infant he napped best when at home. Even as a six year old he has had a difficult time with separation and prefers to entertain his friends at home. Therefore, when I registered him for full day out door's camp months ago, I only paid for one week. I knew that the investment was small and it would not kill me financially to pull him out. The kid has never enjoyed anything more in his entire life than this outdoor adventure camp. Bygones be bygones, I wish I had enough confidence in him and had signed him up for weeks worth of camp. Instead, he has spent the summer patiently waiting around for the baby to wake up from naps and for Lola's tantrums to subside. I feel as if his summer was wasted at home while I tended to the dramatic girls. He loved camp, he loved finding snakes in the forest, he loved hiking through the creeks, loved the archery, loved the canoeing, loved being with all boys, loved the conversation between the "awesome" camp counselors and him. The counselors said, "Jay talks so much. He talks all the time." He never talks to me. Waaaaa!!!! He might not be a homebody after all. I need to have more confidence in him and learn how to let go.
The husband is a combination of all three kiddos. He might not say a lot. He thrives when busy. He is a homebody. Recently he had a huge milestone himself which deserves equal attention and kudos. After nearly 8 years of lovingly nagging him to place his shoes in the shoe closet, he has for 8 days in a row placed his shoes in the shoe closet even without my nagging. Bravo, my love. Bravo. "How long have we been married?" I asked him this past Sunday. "It is 2008, my love. We married in 2000 on purpose to always remember how long we have been married. It will be 8 years this week." I smiled and reminded him that I didn't even remember what I had for lunch yesterday let alone how long we we have been married even though we picked an "easy" year. Happy anniversary this week, my love. Bravo and kudos to you. And. I can't wait to see where we will be many happy years from now.
Why must they all grow up so fast? Slow down. Keep your diaper on, baby Fifi. Stay at home and relax, crazy Lola. I am ready to let you go, my sweet Jay. Kudos to you, my love. Love you all, more that witty words can say.