Three for my Lo's...

Something about knowing I now have a 3 and 5 year old feels different. I guess different in that my kids are exactly that...children, and no longer babies. In some ways it's exciting: new things to look forward to like earning extra time in our days as we phase out naps, the joys of what school will bring come August, and feeling a little more free as they dress themselves, communicate clearly, and play together as friends (although fight like brothers too!). And yet, I find myself mourning the baby days...the innocence, the LONG cuddles, the days when "I can do it myself" didn't exist. Perhaps our family will grow by one more so I can experience it all again, but in the meantime I am fixated on my current baby being 3. THREE! When did that happen? My happy smiling baby is now so big, so determined, and so strong! We all knew there would be a day that he would give Colin a run for his money, and that day is here and has been for some time! I watch in amazement how he is growing so rapidly - so confident and sure of himself. And yet, it warms my heart to see those innocent moments rain, his shyness, his need for cuddling in the "rockie rockie", the head on the shoulder. We "Ta Day" (his abbreviation for Talk about the Day) and moments slow. Life is good.

Logan, you are such a light in our lives, and I simply can't chew on your cheeks enough. Your eyes disappear when you smile because you simply radiate joy, and you will never know how much I love you.  Happy Birthday, Pookah!