Randomness
I was just thinking about how fast kids grow up. Twins Kid is going to be 10 years old, a double digit midget in just a few months.
I remember once when he was 2 1/2, and my husband took him out of his crib one morning and brought him to me while I was still in bed. He was wearing his Superman jammies and was still half asleep. His yellow hair was all mussed up, and he said in his sweet baby boy voice, "Good morning, Mama."
After he learned how to climb out of his crib, we got him a toddler bed. It was quite a novelty for him to get out of bed whenever he felt like it. One night after we put him to bed, we started watching a movie in the living room, and he came in there to see what was going on. We told him to go back to bed. He balled up his little fists, scrunched up his face and said, in the growliest voice he could muster,"NO!!"
The summer Twins Kid was four, we all lived in a townhouse with Becca. We had neighbors upstairs we really liked, and one day he went up there with Becca and said, "Sandy, can I have some fruit snacks?" No hello, nothing. Becca was embarrassed, but Sandy didn't care. She said she bought the fruit snacks for him.
And now he's a cool big kid instead of my sweet little yellow-haired kidlet. It feels like he should still be about six, not nearly 10. He's less than a head shorter than I am. Before I know it, he'll be taller than me. No matter how big he gets, I'll always remember him in those Superman jammies saying, "Good morning, Mama."
--Tricia--
