Things I Want to Always Remember

I haven’t done very well at keeping the kids’ baby books updated, so I’m going to post a few notes here on the fly, just so I don’t forget.

Things I Want to Always Remember:

The look on the boy’s face as he doggy-paddled by himself for the first time in the pool.  Joy, pride, a tiny bit of apprehension, but mostly joy.

The way baby girl says “Hi Mommy” in her tiny little toddler voice.  She only says a few words clearly at this age, but those are my favorites.

The exaggerated “mwah!” when baby girl gives a kiss.

Bedtime conversations with the boy when the lights go out after storytime.  Sometimes I get frustrated because I just want him to GO TO SLEEP ALREADY! when I’m tired myself, and I have a list of things I need to do before I can go to bed.  But when I take the time to relax and just enjoy laying there beside him, we have some of the best conversations.  Before I know it, he’ll no longer be a little boy and I’m really going to miss the quiet conversations in the dark.

Baby girl’s glorious giggles when we find her tickle spots. 

The way the boy can make baby girl laugh and the delight he takes in doing so.

How it feels when the boy comes running over to give me a hug that nearly knocks me off my feet.

How good it feels to pick up baby girl and snuggle her against me.  She’s starting to become more independent and less willing to sit and cuddle, but there are still moments when she’s content to sit still and those are the greatest.

The way the boy always wants to play with his sister, and the way she wants to do everything he does.  I suppose as they get older they’ll go through stages when they don’t want to have anything to do with one another, but I hope the foundation will be there so that they will come back around and always value each other.  When my only sister and I were kids, we used to have terrible fights.  My mom would always tell us that we should love each other because when they (my parents) were dead and gone, my sister and I would still have each other.  And now, though I hope my parents will be around for many more years, I am grateful for my sister and understand what my mom was trying to convey.

OK, one more fun one before I get too emotional, as I am prone to do: the way baby girl says “splee-splah” (splish-splash) when she wants to take a bath, and the delight the boy has showing off his pedaling prowess on his bike.  Those training wheels will be coming off before we know it!