One day at a time...

The goal of this blog is to journal about our children, to remember the cute, silly, and just plain memorable things (that I probably won't remember because I feel like I loose brain cells daily).

Mom, you have successfully guilted me into this ;-)

Vincent says more words every day. Yesterday he surprised us with "bay-be muhn-or" as we heard her start to stir downstairs through this convenient technology. It's also memorable to hear how he mispronounces words, like "wee-haw" when he's riding the rocking horse his great-grandparents gave him and upfide down. Crazy also how my brain starts to automatically translate these words so that I don't even hear his mispronounciations sometimes. But there are also moments that he is completely speaking his own language, going on and on, but I just look at whoever's around and smile and shrug. One thing's for sure, his exuberance is child-like in that it's full of wonder and passion. That always keeps me smiling.

Probably I will talk a lot about how different Erin is than Vincent. Today, staring at Erin, I was just thinking about how my intimate understanding of my children grows each day. I don't really know these children that grew inside me for nine months - at first. While I feel very close to them, would sacrifice anything for them, it takes many days and months before I realize that I love who they have become. Someimtes, I feel concerned that I won't love them after I get to know them, but I also love them before I know them - no more or less than I possibly can. This idea will take more hammering out.

Erin has a thing for raspberries. Not the fruit, the tongue noise. Today, even when she was crying, she was making raspberries. Funny girl. Just now, Mark told me that she did a "flash in the pan" move on him. She started stretched her left arm straight out to the side and started waiving it around. Then, when he looked at her left hand, she swiftly took his glasses with her right hand. Clever girl!

Til next time...