I picked up my camera today, for the first time in awhile, just to snap photos of the kids. These days they seem to be growing so fast I can barely keep up with all of the changes, let alone find the time to blog about them.
My son, who is now 9, is well … a 9 year old. You know, whiny, cranky, full of attitude and well on his way to spending the rest of his pre-teen years grounded. If this is just a preview of what’s to come, I’m very afraid for my future. I have enough of my own sarcasm and attitude, I don’t handle it well when it’s coming from him too.
On the flip side, the girls are just shooting up like pesky little weeds. They’re full of energy and using every single bit of it on a daily basis. Emma has figured out how fun it is to climb things just so she can give me a heart attack and big sister Kaydee gets a kick out of encouraging it. I’m getting the feeling they’re teaming up on me in a conspiracy to drive me batty. They’re also coming into quite a jealous stage.
Kaydee is so use to being the center of attention in public, thanks to those pretty little golden locks of hers, now Emma is getting a bit of it because she’s got the curls to match. One day she had little sprouts of hair and the next the just popped up out of nowhere.