Life With Boys

I’m sick, so Tyler kissed by forehead to make it all better. He sings me the ABC’s — A B C D (pause pause) H I R A B C and then remembers the middle ELMO (not LMNO) and ends the set with Old MacDonald has a farm … moo moo here and moo moo here …

Morgan is a climber — he’s up on top of things fasted than you can see him move — and he’s smart about it too — standing on whatever he can carry to use as a stool — and he’s 10.5 months. I’ve been going through stuff to sell at our yard sale and it’s so hard to realize how small they were. Morgan’s lack of hair has kept him baby-like linger — but it’s still hard. I want them to be self sufficient, but not too grown up. I guess I keep thinking of them as near teens rather than near preschoolers. In my mind Tyler is already 4 — even though he’s barely 3 1/4 and I can’t believe Taylor isn’t 3 already. My mind is warped I guess.