The Babies

It's so hard to believe sometimes that I have an eight and four-year-old. I don't know where the time went. I remember them both so vividly as babies, though not as much as I would like to. It's interesting how some memories just seem to leave you, as though you don't need them anymore. They must have minds of their own and go to memory heaven with all the other memories and drink wine together or something, because they are just not in my head anymore. I don't understand why some moments stay with you while others drift away. I want all of them--none of this selective BS.

The memories I do have, I cherish. Like B-Boy sleeping with me as a baby and toddler. We would watch movies together at night before we went to bed, and he felt so safe next to me. IH wasn't around yet, so it was just me and B-Boy. It was a major adjustment getting him to sleep on his own once we moved in with IH, but even those memories are sweet. IH and I would read to him every night, and as he drifted off to la-la land, we would ever so quietly tip-toe (literally) out of the room and breathe a sigh of relief for a job well done.

The one thing I wish I had clearer memory of is his voice when he was around 3-4 years old. We have some video, so thankfully I can experience it again that way, but for the most part the memory is vague. I'm enjoying ET's voice right now at four years, because it is so sweet and precious, and soon it will be changing. He is still so much a baby. I think I forgot how young B-Boy was at times because he talked so well for his age. He was like a little man hidden in an extremely cute kid's body. For that, B-Boy, I am sorry. I wish I could go back and hold him again. So I think after this post I am just going to go put my arms around him and let him know how much I love him. After all, he is still my baby.

The three of them are growing so fast. Miss C is all ready 3 months old. ET is starting preschool, and B-Boy is going into 3rd grade. They want me to do everything with them, and I'd better, because someday they might not want me around at all.