Something has happend in the last few weeks.
My kids have grown....
Not just UP.
That's the one that gets me.
These are my babies! They aren't supposed to get older on me....right? Isn't that how it works?
Babies are babies forever.....I thought.
We went back-to-schoo------ack! I can't say it. I get anxiety with that word.
We went......errr.......shopping, and I found myself staring at the other mothers with strollers and cheerios and adorably clad little cherubs, wondering what that must be like. It's so foreign to me.
Here I have these two--
I felt like I was shopping with pre-teens.
They have ideas and......opinions!
He: has to try on jeans. long gone are the days of picking out adorable tiny pants and knowing they'll fit. noooo....he has to try them on (we cinch them up) and he jumps around to make sure they'll stay on (most don't). He HAS to have the slip-on Vans, no other shoe will do, and only wants Ts that are striped.
She: Doesn't really care what it is, as long as it has either sparkles, or animals (both is a bonus that is rewarded with squeals and giggles).....that's all that seems to matter.
We roamed the streets of Park City in the evening (after we'd shopped the outlets up there) and I watched them.....
I watched them eating sushi with chopsticks.
Watched them order their own ice cream.
Watched them laugh at each other and make up their own jokes......and I sat thinking and wondering when they'd grown up on me. I realize they still have a ways to go (thank GOODNESS! STOP, TIME!!) but I feel like I caught a little glimpse of future them.....and I felt so lucky.
ps. so they are both totally obsessed with wearing hats right now....obviously.
pps. if you live anywhere near Park City....go...NOW. Summer evenings are the best.
ppps. We can't go anywhere these days without being asked if they are twins.
Poor little guy....they are two years apart, mind you.
pppps. so speaking of those cute little babies that actually let YOU pick out their clothes.....where can I get one of those? anyone?
ppppps. anyone else get major anxiety with the words "back-to-schoo........"