When Jeff and I are struggling with something with the kids...we are constantly told that "you will laugh about this someday". However - when you are in the heat of battle...when you keep pulling scrapnel out of your arms and legs and heart...when each minute and each hour and each day ticks by so slow you swear you can compose a symphony in the time it takes to count to 10...it is very hard to remember that.
Overall, we know that we have good kids. Kendall and Carson are so smart and so funny and so generous of heart. Except with each other, they are never mean to others and seem to be leaders in their class, especially Kendall. We are constantly told by their teachers how happy they are to have them in their classes. Kendall is a huge helper. Carson has a big heart.
Our kids are overall very healthy. With the exception of a few random illnesses (flu, upper respiratory issues, tummy bugs, etc.), we have been very lucky. Only Kendall has been hospitalized (with croup in April '08), neither have broken any bones or teeth, and only Carson has ever had any x-rays (after his 1 year visit to check his hips as there as a small "popping" when they moved - everything was fine).
However...when my daughter tells her father that she doesn't want him to put her to bed, that she wants her mommy...complete with crying and screaming and "hateful" tone in her voice...it is hard to remember for Jeff at that very moment that this is only a phase. When we are still changing at least two diapers a day for our 4 1/2 year old daughter when most kids her age have already perfected the art of "wiping"...it is hard to remember that she will not be going to college still in pull-ups. When Carson cries his entire way through dinner because we wouldn't let him have more than 2 full cups of chocolate milk without eating any of his food...it is hard to remember that since birth he has been off the charts as to his height. When Carson says the exact same sounds over and over with such earnest that you know he is trying to tell you something important but you just can't understand him AT ALL...it is hard to remember that someday he will be making large presentations in front of his class in college.
I guess that is why I started this blog to begin with. Although I haven't been good about updating it and I usually try to include the "good stuff" in my posts, it is still a way for us to look back someday and Praise God that we made it through and that we have two beautiful, caring children to show for it.
A few weeks ago we took the kids to a Gator baseball game. Here are just a few pictures I took at the game.
Daddy and his girl!
What a beauty!
The future's so bright, he has to wear (mommy's) shades.
Two peas in a pod!
