Ayden is (I know I shouldn't say it) but a perfect child. She is so good. Her heart is sweet and honest and caring and just wonderful. She is the type of child that wants to obey, she wants to please us and make us happy and proud of her. Being her Mom is easy...and I'm really thankful for that. She is our oldest so we get to experience all of our "firsts" with her. It honestly sometimes pains me to look at her. I look over while she is watching tv and notice that all those chubby cheeks have turned into a slim face with missing teeth. When I go to give her hugs in the morning her head hits my belly...and she's heavy now. Like really heavy I have to tell her to jump when I pick her up...
...and I don't really pick her up anymore. She is growing up so fast. The other day we were outside and she called me into her playhouse. She cleaned, swept and dusted the whole thing by herself. She said, "Look Mom I cleaned my house just like you clean our house." Before I know it she'll be in her own house. Her childhood is whizzing by...so for now and until she tells me no more I'm going to let her make me dirt cakes, herb soup and have as many tea parties as we possibly can.
Speaking of things whizzing by Sydney started walking! She walks right into dirt piles, falls in and then tries to see if it's edible. Turns out it wasn't but she didn't mind.
This is her I know I'm cute and can do my WOW face and everyone will do whatever I want.
Cutest sisters ever!
Ayden: We will always be sisters even when we are 100 years old.
Sydney loves her baby. She can feed, rock and sing to her.
Sweet kisses
Ayden's first school project! She got to pick any president (she picked John Tyler and when we ask her why she said, "because Daddy your name is Tyler") so we all learned things we didn't know about our 10th president. She was so cute looking up stuff about him and deciding what to write.
She also lost another tooth! It turns my stomach to see a child wiggle their tooth. UGH...however when your terrified 6 year old wants YOU to pull it what do ya do...pull it. So we both over came our fears that night. It wasn't too bad and I can say I would pull another one if I had too.
Little Miss Priss is also getting so big lately. She is becoming more independent and can feed herself almost anything. She still has a hard time with liquid and spoons but she'll get it eventually. She loves pancakes, syrup and sausage.
There are so many things that are bitter sweet with her. She is our last sweet baby and I know that every thing with her is our "last." The other night I was rocking her and she saw a dog on tv. She pointed at the screen and said, "woof woof." I told her yes that is a puppy and talked to her about what color it was while she sat there listening. Something so simple just hit me like a ton of bricks...she IS my last baby. She's the last one that I'll ever do baby things with and while I'm completely at peace with that fact it doesn't make it any easier. So for now and until she tells me no more I'm going to bark, meow, quack and read Goodnight Moon a thousand times.
I love them so much
but more importantly I'm thankful God loves them more.
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