My dear friend Tammy (I love that girl!) has reminded me of how neglectful I have been here lately. So I am making an effort to not let her down! Things around here are pretty much the same as always. School, sports, and kids, and work for Ben. Just an endless to do list! Time is slipping by way too quickly for me. My little girls are officially 22 months old today! How did that happen? I feel like I gave birth then blinked and here we are today.
This age is so amazing to me. They are truly becoming little people with their own ideas, personalities, and attitudes. They are so different yet so much alike. It’s kind of crazy. Mirra is such a quiet little girl still. Actually not always quiet, but usually content. She talks up a storm when she wants to. She is pretty much happy and clam, until one of her sisters pulls her hair, which she has tons of, so it happens quite often. She doesn’t throw little fits like the other 2 when she’s mad, no kicking and screeching for her. She claps her hands, instead. One time, as hard as she possibly can. Only the look on her face lets you know that it’s an unhappy clap. Well, that and the intensity at which she completes that one clap. She can say so many words, she is walking everywhere (FINALLY) and very proud of herself. She lost the fear, thank God. I was just praying she would walk by age 2. She is rarely in trouble. She’s had timeout 2 times (compared to the zillions her sisters have had) and she was very proud to go, I think she felt like she was missing out on some wonderful thing. She pulled her sister’s hair and when I got on to her and told her to get in timeout she smiled REALLY big and walked right over and stood there. I guess she just wanted to see what it’s all about. I was a bit worried, but for no reason, time #2 was much the same, but I guess after that she decided it just wasn’t worth it.
Reagan has really learned to assert herself. Usually with a very high-pitched, GIRLY screech. When things aren’t going her way, it’s her first defense against her sisters. She just lets loose and the other 2 try, but can’t imitate it. She is something else! Her second (and most recent) defense it hair pulling. She gets such great joy out of it. Timeouts don’t work with this one. She thinks it’s all funny and laughs at me, while I’m trying to force her to stand on our time out rug. As I’m trying to hold her there, her sisters usually come over and try to play with her. I’m outnumbered! She is still addicted to her baby bunny, who is now just referred to as BAABEEE. She loves that thing. It does not leave my house, I’m not that brave! She is so funny, like my little bull. She just charges through things to get to what she is wanting. Too adorable! She can swing her cute little chubby bottom.
Of course, my little spirited Izzie, is still Izzie, her timeouts seem to have slowed with Reagan’s increase, though. She has definitely decided biting isn’t as much fun as it used to be, that has really tamed down, she still hits, but not that often. She pulls hair the least of the three girls. She is 1/2 monkey, I swear. She is the reason I have to clear out anything that could remotely be used to climb, and tonight I think that doesn’t matter anymore anyway, because she scaled the fence without any aids. When I catch her she smiles at me so pretty. I try so hard to act stern and not give away that she melts me. She’s such a cute little imp. It’s just the Izzie way. She is the momma’s girl of the 3. The other two really prefer Daddy, but that’s okay. They still give me plenty of snuggles (when he’s not around!)
I am just trying to make sure I don’t forget any of this, the way their little arms feel wrapped around my neck, the smell of 3 little chubby babies just out of the bath (okay, Izzie has no chub, but still), I just know this will all be gone too soon. Tristan is all arms and legs and bones! He is so busy with his social life, that there’s not alot of time for mommy anymore.He is growing into himself and feeling some confidence, which makes me happy. We still have our arguments, but they are getting better most of the time. He loves his sisters and they love him. They say BUB BUB BUB about a million times a day. It’s really going to suck when he goes back to school, they will be so lost. Although he sleeps until 11 most days, so I guess 3 isn’t that far away! He really does usually help me without complaining, at least when it comes to his sisters. I couldn’t ask for a better helper in that regard. I feel so bad sometimes, but he shows rare bits of maturity, when he says that he knows I need the help and he really loves his family. He told me the other day, that he knows I need him and he helps me so much because he loves us all. He always says that family comes first and I think that is so very true! On these occasions I get a glimpse at the mature person he will be one day and I think we are on the right track. I guess all that nagging pays off. Or does he mainly ignore it and is just on the path to the man he will be whether I nag or not? Only time will tell what will be, but for now they are safely here with me. I know I’m not ready to let go yet.
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