Awwww

There are moments when your children can absolutely melt your heart. As we were getting ready to walk out the front door this morning, my sweet two-year-old grabs his big sister's hand. In his little voice he says, "hand. hold hand. Laina, hold hand. Best friend." They walk outside hand and hand.

Already?!?

Today is my daughter's second day of school. She has agreed to me dropping her off starting Monday, but for the first two days she wants me to walk her to her class. After asking me twenty times between 7:25 and 7:45 what the time was, she demanded that I get myself ready. My plan was to change out of my sport shorts and throw on a pair of jeans with the Dr Pepper T-shirt I had worn to bed.. I mean I was just walking her to he classroom, right? Oh no, Miss Too Cool for Mommy informed me that she would be too embarrassed if I dare show up in just a T-shirt! I can't believe it! She is old enough to be embarrassed by her super chic mama? I guess it's only a matter of time until I am not even allowed to acknowledge her in public.

Being the Big Sister

My six-year-old was lucky enough to be an only child for over four years before her brother came and crashed her party. Melaina was excited to have a little sister . . . and even admitted that there was a chance for a brother too. When we found out that Andrew was indeed a boy, we could tell that Lainey was a tad disappointed. However, on the drive home from the ultrasound she gave us her approval with a much less than enthusiastic, "FINE! I'll have a baby brother, then." Clearly, she had adapted well, for the most part. She did, after all, ask if we could buy Andrew just one dress to wear at home while daddy was at work. Addison's ultrasound, which we had done in December was followed with a truly enthusiastic, "Oh mommy, it's the best Christmas present I could ever get!" Of course, she wouldn't let me take back all of her other gifts!