I've never been good at talking about my feelings. Unless I've been drinking, in which case I have LOTS of feelings for you to hear about. Even if by YOU I mean the girl in line behind me for the restroom at the bar.
See, there I go again. I tell my kids how much I love them all day long, give them compliments for their behavior (except when they're not, um, behaving, of course) all the time but to tell other people how I feel about them flummoxes me. My love for them goes so deep, so much deeper than anything I've ever blogged about. Or felt.
Ironflower at 35 months is a talker at the precocious level. She tells stories and makes up songs, but she's not necessarily willing to share them. She remembers everything, including which mall has which amusements and which playgrounds have sandboxes. She is ferociously independent, unless separated from her kitty. She is passionate about getting what she wants and rejecting what she doesn't. She likes to tell people when they've done a good job. When kids are physically aggressive around her or to her, she is extremely distressed by their meanness. Which is not to say that she won't push back if necessary.
Lovebug at 20 months is passionate about everything. If he is happy, no child is more delighted or able to amuse himself. If he is unhappy, he will throw himself headfirst into getting what he wants (and I mean that literally, he often leads hugs with his head, resulting in head butts that don't faze him but bruise adults). His passive vocabulary is amazing, and his verbal one is starting to catch up (Yesterday when we pulled into the parking lot of the mall, Lovebug began clapping and saying, "Yay, mall! Go mall!"). Lovebug lights up when you mention music. He taught himself to go down the biggest slide at the park.
I don't like to post pictures of the kids online because of the weirdo factor, but I do so LOVE when other bloggers do it. So here is my compromise - a picture from the summer of 2006.
They are still this beautiful. Not that I'm biased.
8 comments:
Ditto. Every single thing about feelings and telling them you love them but not being able to say it/write it. Ditto.
And they are GORGEOUS little people.
That is such a sweet picture. I love that your son is getting so passionate. And, any post that uses flummoxes, is automatically an a plus post for use of a SAT word.
Karly - See, I knew I wasn't biased! :) I'm so glad I'm not the only mommyblogger who has trouble blogging about her actual mommy-ness.
Anglophile - I just love the word flummoxes because I think it totally sounds like what it means. And thank you!
And thank you to both of you for commenting while I was writing the above post and whining about nobody commenting.
They ARE beautiful, as is your love for them. such awesome milestones being accomplished in your house. I don't like to post photos of the kids either, but I love your compromise here, really, really cute
Silken - Thank you! I never even thought about the photo posting until I started reading blogs that did that and I just LOVED them.
Oh my goodness your children are beautiful! I know you love them. Why else would you stress about them? It's clear that you love them. Even if you don't feel like you're writing about that - you are.
Leslie - Thank you so much . . .for the kid compliment and for understanding my blog so well. :)
Leslie - Thank you so much . . .for the kid compliment and for understanding my blog so well. :)
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