It's been a while...

I can't beleive it's been so long since I've written...

Cameron was 10 months old on Friday. I can't beleive it! It seems like only yesterday I was counting down the days since he was born. He is the absolute cutest little boy I've ever been blessed enough to lay eyes on. Big and pinchable cheeks, perfectly blue eyes and HUGE. He's perfect in every way. Just like his big his big sisters. He is every bit of Todd except that he gets his big round head from me. :) I didn't know having a son would be so different from a daughter. It feels like yesterday I was holding and hugging and kissing him, all of which he loved just as much as I did. And today, he's strong and interested in everything around him instead of just me. My heart is breaking a little. Todd walks into a room and I swear this child lights up like the Time Square christmas tree. I walk in a he smiles but it's not like the excitement he shows when his daddy walks in. Bitter sweet I suppose because I do know how lucky he is to have a daddy like Todd. Still... the selfish side of me is not ready to play "second" haha. I miss those sweet days when it was just he and I. Looking forward to his every move, the quietness that lingered each day when I was home with him on maternity leave.
He's just growing up too fast to say the least. It's funny because sometimes I panic at the thought of what he's picking up at daycare. He seems to have gone from my sweet and precious little man to an almost toddler that now pushes away when something else is more interesting. I told Todd that we needed to move him to another sitter or I needed to quit my job because he was learning bad habits. He's started pinching and being more aggressive. I rationalized it as he's the youngest in the class but because he's so big and tall for his age people think he's older so since he's with older kids, he's obviously having to defend himself so that's where he's learning to push and "hit." Todd kinda of laughed and me. As a dad he's probably proud of his big, strong boy. I, on other hand, am praying that he'll be strong but still gentle and kind. With Grace and Maddie I guess I didnt really think of those things. I, as their mother and woman in general, wanted them be strong and independent and able to defend themselves.
Again, funny how different it is with girls vs. boys.

Maddie is doing great. Growing by the minute it seems. She's tall and beautiful beyond words and kind beyond her years. A great friend of mine, Mrs. Chris, used to call me an "old soul." That is how I best describe Maddie. She's wise and kind and loving beyond her years. She just got accepted into a great private school. Each student was required to pass a test with an 88 and she scored a 92. She's so smart. It's funny because she can hear a song once and she'll remember and be able to sing just about every word the very next time it comes on. She's playing soccer and she's in girl scouts. I can't beleive it's already time for First Grade!

Grace is still Grace! haha. Her last day of school was last Thursday. Now that she's home she thinks everyday will be an adventure where she gets to play with someone or have a sleep over. This kid loves sleep overs and it's funny because if she goes to Rhett or Hunter's house you better beleive she's in bed with Aunt Missy or Aunt Amy. She makes sure that's ok before she's goes anywhere. She can't wear dresses or mary janes to school anymore because if's not wearing her "running shoes" she can't run as fast as Rhett Taylor at recess. Yep, that's what she told me. And I've never met another kid that loves socks so much. And only "baby" socks. She only likes ankle socks. (she gets that from me) One morning Todd said something about her socks not matching and she told him she had different colors on because they looked like a rainbow!

Todd and I went to Costa Rica a few weeks ago. It was nothing short of amazing. It was exactly what we needed. We laughed and talked like we did when we started dating. The iguana will forever be our "thing." We layed in the hammock, relaxed at the pool, napped during the day and ordered room service (one of my favorite things in the world). Gosh, we've come so far. He is my bestfriend. I love coming home to him even when he makes me mad! I am so proud and lucky to have him as my husband and the father of my children.

I'm all grown up now. Some days I still can't beleive it. I still think to myself and wonder where the time went. At least once a week I say to myself "You're here, can you beleive it? Is it everything you imagined it would be when you were young?"