Pretty pony tail.
Playing with Uncle Brad and Uncle Scott's old cars.
Lounging in the pool.
He had to bring the cars to the pool.
Six months from today my babies will turn 3. Why does the time have to go so fast? My baby girl is turning into my little princess. She is very strong willed. She knows what she wants and what to do to get it. Todd tells me almost every day that Molly is going to give me a run for my money. Meaning she will try and run all over me. I tell him that won't happen, but I know I need to be a little firmer with her. It is hard for me since I work full time. The time I spend with her I don't want it to be spent disciplining her, but I am working on it. Reason being I also don't want to be the Mom of a spoiled brat. Yes, I said it. Any suggestions?
My baby boy has turned into a sweet little boy. He is pretty laid back. Always has been. He was the one I never had to worry about in the NICU. He didn't mind having his temperature taken or his diaper changed. He met every requirement to come home when expected. He was probably the #1 reason I got through the roller coaster ride with any sanity left. I didn't have anyone to talk to that had gone through the same situation. I didn't know whether or not my babies were acting their birth age. All I knew that Molly was doing worst than Luke. I hated that, but one thing I could count on was everyday I arrived at the NICU Luke had made some type of process. I guess now that I wrote that, Luke also is pretty strong willed. He just does it in a laid back manner.
I hate that my babies have lost all their baby fat. I know it sounds silly, but how I loved those baby rolls. Maybe that is due to them weighing 2 pounds at birth?
They are my life. Everything I do is for them. My love for them is so strong. Is it weird that I already cry at the thought of them leaving my house to go to college?
