This is the first full week of school for Sam and Kira, and I have gotten so much done and been such a good mother when they've been gone! I've made good food, and all their laundry is done and folded and put away, and the house is nice and clean, and everything is organized and in it's place. Ahhh. So nice. I feel like I'm a step ahead of them instead of two steps behind them.
At the same time I cannot believe how fast they are growing up. Kira got in bed with me the other day and her head was right next to mine and her feet were touching my feet. What! When did she get that big? I still see her like this:
This was the day that she destroyed her crib at the crack of dawn. Mitch and I heard a horrible crash and the sound of wood being split into kindling so we rushed into her room to see this. She was very proud that she finally figured a way out. This is the child I still see when I go to wake her up in the morning, but in reality, she looks like this:
It's like someone took away my baby and gave me a big kid. When did that happen?
This is Sam when he was a baby. This was one of our favorite games. It's called "accident victim." In this particular case I said, "Pretend you are Babe Ruth and you got hit by a car and you're laying in the road."
He was such a good sport. Still is. But now he is almost unrecognizable.
How can he be so big? I don't really see him as a baby anymore, I see him as a five year old. Like this:
Whenever I think of him or talk about him, this is the version of Sam that is in my mind.
I still see the kids as preschoolers who could run under the counters without a thought to hitting their heads, and as people who need help taking baths.
They don't let me help them with their baths anymore. Sam's pretty sure his penis is something I'd be shocked if I saw so he's super private. (Sorry about blogging about your penis, Sam.)
It's kind of bittersweet to look back at these pictures because while I'm so glad they are growing up to be such funny, smart, sweet people, I miss my babies desperately.
Ohhh...you are SO sentimental! I am right there with you though! My kids aren't as old as yours and I already feel that way. I love the picture with Sam sitting on your lap...that's how I remember him too. In my mind he hasn't grown past that age because that's about how old he was when you first moved to Duluth (right?!)....I am glad I'm not the only sappy person....my husband just doesn't get it. Does Mitch?
ReplyDeleteOh Jill, Doug is just acting tough. He's a sap deep down inside. So is Mitch.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully said, Sarah. All y we can do is hope they grow up to be kind and successful adults. Your kids have aquired your grest sense of humor! they will take that with them wherever they go! I need to catch up on you blogs!
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