My first babies aren't really babies anymore. I know that deep down inside. They're going to be three next month and it blows my mind every time I remember that.
David had this basketball game last week and we wore the team shirts. Dave and I ordered size 2T for the boys.
Because we think they're still 2.
So while those shirts fit, they're quickly becoming crop tops. Not the most attractive look for a three year old boy :)
And I don't know when it happened, but my boys have become quite the talkers. I mean, they've been talking for a long time, but somehow when I wasn't looking it changed from baby talk to toddler talk. Like incredibly put together sentences.
And I don't like it.
I don't like it because it means they're growing up and I want to cling to their babyhood for as long as I can. Yes, I'll admit it. I'm that mom. If they never grow up and want to live with me forever I'm okay with it.
Really.
But even while their speech is blooming like crazy cakes, they are still learning about language every day. And some little things they say I never EVER want to fix, because it's so unbelievably sweet.
The double negatives are adorable when a three year old does it.
"I not can't do that mama."
Instead of being scared of something, Kyrie says he's "scaredy" of something. And I don't know why, but he's afraid of the weirdest, most random things.
"Mommy, I scaredy of the mall."
"Member I'm scaredy of the mannequins." (I get that one. Mannequins are weird.)
"NO MOMMY!! I SCAREDY OF THE Ms!" (The McDonalds M. This one just emerged yesterday.)
Kingston sings all the time. Just lays in bed and sings. I woke up yesterday to him singing on the monitor. The itsy bitsy spider. Wheels on the bus. Abcs.
Oh. My. Heart.
This morning Kyrie was crying for me. He's had a tummy ache for a couple days. I heard him say, "I want to 'nuggle my mama!" and then Kingston said, "NO! Mommy hold ME! You stay in your bed!" Which of course sent Kyrie into a crying rage.
I know it's not really funny when they argue like that, but it makes me laugh to hear them communicate with each other like that!
Sometimes when Dave and I have no idea what one of them is saying, the other will clarify for us. Which sometimes helps and we figure it out. And other times makes it more confusing. But they always know what each other means even if we don't.
Sometimes if Kyrie is doing something dangerous or wild we'll tell him, "Kyrie, don't spin around like that. You're going to fall and get hurt." And he will say in a growly gruff voice, "I WANT TO get hurt!"
And other times when he has a tummy ache because he's holding in his poop (yes - gross, but this is my reality) - I'll say, "Kyrie, push your poop out and your tummy will feel better." And he'll say, "NO! I want to keep them all in! I WANT a tummy ache!"
Kyrie - sorry for sharing your business... but seriously?! You are too funny!
When the boys are fighting over a toy we'll ask, "Do I need to take that away?" And whichever boy is doing the "toy stealing" will say, "YES!! Put it in time out!"
And I don't know how or when it happened, but everything on our heads makes us a cowboy. Pillow on your head, "Mama I a cowboy!" Block on your head? "I a cowboy." Basket upside down covering your face? Yes, you guessed it. "Cowboy!"
I love their little minds and their little voices and their little personalities. With every year I adore their ages more and more, but sometimes I wish I could just freeze time and soak up every second of who they are right now.
They are amazing big brothers. They are learning more and more every day. They love to snuggle and cuddle and let me rock them and sing to them before bed.
And I'm going to keep rocking and singing to them as long as they'll let me.
David had this basketball game last week and we wore the team shirts. Dave and I ordered size 2T for the boys.
Because we think they're still 2.
So while those shirts fit, they're quickly becoming crop tops. Not the most attractive look for a three year old boy :)
And I don't know when it happened, but my boys have become quite the talkers. I mean, they've been talking for a long time, but somehow when I wasn't looking it changed from baby talk to toddler talk. Like incredibly put together sentences.
And I don't like it.
I don't like it because it means they're growing up and I want to cling to their babyhood for as long as I can. Yes, I'll admit it. I'm that mom. If they never grow up and want to live with me forever I'm okay with it.
Really.
But even while their speech is blooming like crazy cakes, they are still learning about language every day. And some little things they say I never EVER want to fix, because it's so unbelievably sweet.
The double negatives are adorable when a three year old does it.
"I not can't do that mama."
Instead of being scared of something, Kyrie says he's "scaredy" of something. And I don't know why, but he's afraid of the weirdest, most random things.
"Mommy, I scaredy of the mall."
"Member I'm scaredy of the mannequins." (I get that one. Mannequins are weird.)
"NO MOMMY!! I SCAREDY OF THE Ms!" (The McDonalds M. This one just emerged yesterday.)
Kingston sings all the time. Just lays in bed and sings. I woke up yesterday to him singing on the monitor. The itsy bitsy spider. Wheels on the bus. Abcs.
Oh. My. Heart.
This morning Kyrie was crying for me. He's had a tummy ache for a couple days. I heard him say, "I want to 'nuggle my mama!" and then Kingston said, "NO! Mommy hold ME! You stay in your bed!" Which of course sent Kyrie into a crying rage.
I know it's not really funny when they argue like that, but it makes me laugh to hear them communicate with each other like that!
Sometimes when Dave and I have no idea what one of them is saying, the other will clarify for us. Which sometimes helps and we figure it out. And other times makes it more confusing. But they always know what each other means even if we don't.
Sometimes if Kyrie is doing something dangerous or wild we'll tell him, "Kyrie, don't spin around like that. You're going to fall and get hurt." And he will say in a growly gruff voice, "I WANT TO get hurt!"
And other times when he has a tummy ache because he's holding in his poop (yes - gross, but this is my reality) - I'll say, "Kyrie, push your poop out and your tummy will feel better." And he'll say, "NO! I want to keep them all in! I WANT a tummy ache!"
Kyrie - sorry for sharing your business... but seriously?! You are too funny!
When the boys are fighting over a toy we'll ask, "Do I need to take that away?" And whichever boy is doing the "toy stealing" will say, "YES!! Put it in time out!"
And I don't know how or when it happened, but everything on our heads makes us a cowboy. Pillow on your head, "Mama I a cowboy!" Block on your head? "I a cowboy." Basket upside down covering your face? Yes, you guessed it. "Cowboy!"
I love their little minds and their little voices and their little personalities. With every year I adore their ages more and more, but sometimes I wish I could just freeze time and soak up every second of who they are right now.
They are amazing big brothers. They are learning more and more every day. They love to snuggle and cuddle and let me rock them and sing to them before bed.
And I'm going to keep rocking and singing to them as long as they'll let me.
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