I’ve been so busy writing about the loss of my own sanity, building parent-tents, and birdies with death-wishes, that I’ve neglected to write about the really important stuff in my life: my kiddos.
Mia is a child that can’t pronounce her "R’s". She is a child that just recently dropped her nighttime bottle but won’t give up that pacifier. Her little baby thighs are so muscular that Arnold’s would look like chicken legs in comparison. Heights are not a problem for Mia; she has no fear.
Mia will read the books Jamberry and Olivia over and over again. She wants her toenails painted blue so that she can look just like "Aquamarine". She will skip the pool and head straight for the huge mud puddle on the side of the yard, and splash in it for hours in her beautiful new pink and purple bathing suit that she threw a fit at Target to have.
Mia is a child that at upon first meeting you, she will stare at you intensely before either waving shyly or screaming in terror. She is the kind of kid that people literally stop what they are doing just to look at her and exclaim, "Dear God! That little girl should be in modeling!"
Cheyenne is the young lady that will smile in adoration and pride for her little sister when people ignore her and fawn over Mia. Cheyenne is the girl that will read Jamberry and Olivia over and over again to her. She (semi)-willingly gives Mia any prized stuffed animal she has her eyes on.
Cheyenne is tall and skinny and tan and blonde. She is at an age where it’s hard for her to control her ridiculously long arms and legs, and she still, thankfully, thinks boys are the dumbest things to ever walk the face of the Earth. She’s made a lot of friends and is involved in a lot of activities, but has not let anything knock her off her straight-A streak.
Cheyenne is my bike-riding buddy. Cheyenne will build LEGO houses with me. And she loves a good peanut-butter and sprinkles sandwich.
That’s a little bit about my girls and where they are right now at this particular point in time of their life. I need to completely update weekly because they grow and change so fast. I don’t understand people who say they don’t want kids. But then, I can’t remember NOT having kids–I do know that the girls bring so much joy and love to my life, and I look foward to the day, whenever it may be, that the next part of our family can join in the fun.