My kids are growing up. As I watch Ben begin to read, Emma practice her dance steps, and Josh start to walk, I realize time is speeding by. My babies are getting older and I just hope when they look back at their childhood, they remember being surrounded by love. Jake and I try our best but most of the time we feel inadequate (like I'm sure all parents feel, at least at some point in their lives.) I'm glad my kids still shower me with kisses and hugs, require me to sing "Popcorn Popping" to them before they go to bed, and tell me I'm "the best mom ever." I'm sure this will not last so Jake and I better savor these challenging and wonderful times.
Here are the kids' birth pictures taken in the hospital. (We were told Ben looks like a bruiser in his picture. The poor guy was stuck in my pelvis for 12 hours, and then came out like Hercules, over 10 lbs.) It's hard to believe my skinny little guy used to be so huge.
Here are their 1-year pictures. With Josh turning 1 on Saturday, I've been thinking about this past year and looking at old pictures. It was fun to compare the three kids' pictures. They are definitely siblings, but all still have their own unique look. Jake and I make adorable children, what can we say?! :)
Cub camp. Potentially my last :(
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