I've been crying a lot in the last week.
No, nothing terrible happened. A lot of good things happened and as someone who cries at everything, I just couldn't help myself.
Sydney attempted to ride her bike without the training wheels for the first time. The bike is a bit small so it didn't quite work out, but she tried and for my reluctant five year old this is a big deal.
She also started reading this week. She's been reading small words for a while, but yesterday she picked up a book and just started reading it. Here she is with her free pizza for reading twelve books in October (OK, we read them to her, but that still counts in kindergarten):
And who stole my baby and replaced it with one that rolls over both ways
AND sits up?
Liam wasn't about to be outdone by his siblings. He started saying several words this past week and, sniff, got his first real haircut. We knew it was getting too long when Sydney started putting it up in a pigtail:
So he got a haircut. Here's the before:
And the after:
He did fine during the haircut. Me? Not so much. Bawled like a baby. My sweet baby boy is now a big boy.
Someone please tell me how to keep them little for awhile longer. I don't think my tear ducts can take much more.
P.S. Thanks to everyone for your responses to our birds & bees dilemma - we feel armed and ready for the next time we get "the" question.
Two Weeks Later
3 weeks ago