Social butterfly

This weekend was my sister's wedding. She was a beautiful bride! And the whole thing was wonderful. The kids were all so well behaved, they were excited for Kim and Ben, I was so proud of my wonderful family.

TJ was the ringbearer, even though there were no rings, and he didn't walk down the aisle, he was a hit with his orange gym shoes!

Adam Jr. and I were dancing to the Cha-Cha slide at one point, and he was having a great time talking with everyone and dancing and eating TWO pieces of cake. He looked at me and said, "Remember when you and daddy got married and I was shy. I wouldn't talk to anyone. Now look, I am not shy at all when Kim and Ben got married!"

Nope buddy, you're not. You are growing up right before my very eyes. They all are.

And it made me think of all the opposite emotions I feel about them growing up, and what my parents and Ben's parents must have been feeling on Saturday as well. I feel both happy and sad simultaneously as that happens. Proud of them, yet embarrassed about all the million ways I am sure I have failed them. Excited for their future, and fearful of it at the same time. I ask how can I hold on and let go at the same time, and know that I only partially can. I hope that as they grown up, they find love and look to their future in the same happy optimistic way I saw Kim and Ben look ahead this weekend. I also hope that they look back a little too. And when they do, I hope they remember times like these and know that they are loved by so many!

Sibling rivalry...or love

This morning TJ was playing with Ashley and her doll house, and she was cracking up as he was trying to sit in the tiny doll house chairs. It reminded me of a story I don't think I ever posted on here (and if I did, just pretend its the first time you heard it).

The girls have a doll house, and when TJ was born my mom bought them a baby and baby furniture for the doll house to go along with the family they already had. One day, a few months back, I found the baby's head in the oven. Yep...that's right, detached from the body and shoved in the oven. I thought to myself, "This is serious. We need to figure out who did this, and address their adjustment issues, pronto." So I asked, who had put the baby's head in the oven. Ashley, without missing a beat says, "I did." I sat her down on the bed, looked her in the eye, prepared for a serious talk, and asked her, "Why did you do that sweetie? Its ok, you can tell me how you are feeling." She replied, "Because someone ripped it off a while ago and I did not want TJ to put it in his mouth and choke, since he LOVES to play with our dollhouse."

Oh...isn't that sweet!