We converted the cribs to toddler beds. They crawl up into their little beds as we read stories of moons, rabbits, and various other tales. As we close the door we hear whispers of little voices, surely exchanging stories of the day.
Stories of toys lost or broken. Stories of the amazing feat of peeing in the potty that has been accomplished. Stories of silly mommy trying to keep the house clean and noses wiped.
Hold on tight to the bottles and the midnight feedings. Hold on tight to sleepless nights spent with crabby babies. Hold on tight to diapers and footed sleepers.
I am holding on tight, but boy are they squirming.
A moment I will treasure forever was watching Adam driving with his cousin Kaya. Kaya had been giving Adam a ride in her hot pink Barbie car. She had wandered off to better things, so Adam decided to take a stab at driving. He did very well for his first time, although steering was an afterthought to how hard he could stomp on the gas peddle.
So there he was cruising in his pink Barbie car....when the charm came. He stopped right by Kaya, opened the passenger door, and patted the seat.....She climbed in and Adam smiled his little Adam smile, and off they drove into the sunset....well okay off they went in circles.
Are you kidding me? He is already learning to pick up chicks? I picture him in a red convertible mustang with a blond bombshell beside him Oh Adam.