My kids are growing up. I know that's what they are supposed to do, but why do they have to do it so fast? This past weekend we attended a first birthday party for our friends adorable son, Simon, who it seems like we were just visiting at the hospital after he was born (while I was 7 months pregnant with Jessalyn). I can't believe how quickly this past year has gone! He can't be 1 already because that means that Jessalyn will be 1 soon and Dominic will be 3!
It's hard to believe that my sweet, social butterfly Jessalyn is crawling all over the place, pulling herself up on everything and trying so hard to walk. We thought Dominic would keep us busy, but something tells me that Jessalyn has been (silently) watching everything for the past 10 months, perfecting all of Dominic's schemes and is just waiting for the opportunity to make her move. Watch out world, here she comes!
And then there's Dominic. Our bright, energetic, mischievous, hilarious, independent almost 3 year old. Every day he amazes us with all of new things he can do by himself.
We recently discovered that he can sit on the "big potty" all by himself - putting one hand on the counter, he places the other on the toilet and sort of swings himself up...now I just have to figure out how to convince him that he doesn't have to lift the lid AND seat, that it is ok to sit on the seat. "I don't need my little potty anymore Mommy, Jessalyn can use it now!" What happened to that stubborn toddler I started potty training last summer, who REFUSED to keep his big boy pants dry?
Oh and then there's the fact that he thinks he can take himself for a walk. That was actually pretty funny. We were over at Grandma and Grandpa's house recently, when I heard "Hey Vergie, Dominic is outside by himself..." I ran to the back room just as Dominic walked through the door with his boots on (on the wrong feet), and I asked him what he was doing and he responds, "What? I'm home now gosh!"
I'm not ready for them to grow up! Pretty soon they'll taller than I am...