{manhattan-oct. 2008}
{hawaii-jan. 2009}
my babies are getting way too old, WAY too fast. Miles is no longer a goofy little baby and parker is no longer a little toddler. Since they were born, especially when they were little, tiny infants, I have constantly said to Craig, " i want to freeze them right here. I don't want them to grow up any more." Lately, I've been saying it even more often. I LOVE the phase of life we are in. They are both so fun and EASY. I don't want that to change.
Parker, at 3 1/2, is one of the most perfect ages, i think. still little enough that everything he says or does is cute, but old enough to have a conversation with, to joke with, and to take care of himself. I am constantly amazed at how little he needs me and how independent he is. When I tell him it's time to go somewhere, he puts on his shoes, goes out and gets in the car and straps himself in to his carseat. He helps himself to food and snacks all day, making his own yogurt mixed with cereal or cuts open granola bars with scissors, or anything else he can dig up. He has always been amazing at playing on his own, but lately, even more so. He'll go exploring around the yard for hours at a time, collecting snail families, piling rocks, hauling his stuff around in the seat of miles' little scooter and who knows what else. I love when he comes running in, so excited, to tell me about his latest find, always starting with, "It's SO cool mom!" And he constantly makes me laugh. This morning it was because he was measuring a ruler with a tape measure.
Miles is currently in one of my current baby phases. I love 18 months to 2 years. still little enough to be your baby, but old enough that you don't have to even think about them waking up at night or spoon feeding them baby food. Their little personalities really start to shine through, but they haven't started their 2-yr old tantrum phase yet. Miles just waddles around the house all day, usually in search of me or his brother. He loves to play with parker's collection of plastic animals and likes it even more if parker plays with him. I took him to Ikea with me the other night and when we passed the kid section he grabbed a stuffed dalmatian he kept on his lap for the rest of the shopping experience. He immediately turned to me and said, "moooo!" (while he still says very few words, he's mastered animal sounds). I said, "No, it's a doggie"-showing him the face and ears, "ruff, ruff". He looked at it.....cocked his head to the side, raised his eyebrows, and said, "ruff?" then gave me a huge smile. completely unconvinced that it was a dog, but positive his mom was crazy. we had this same conversation about every 5 mins. for the next hour while I shopped. It was cracking us both up.
just please freeze boys.
