Raising Mini Me

There are some days when I look at my children and think there is no way that you could be any more like me. Our children take the best of us and the worst of us. It is amazing to me how much they are like us and how much of our other half we see in our little minis.

Let me tell you, Peanut is JUST LIKE ME! I am raising myself. My dad always finds a way to point it out to me when we get to see him and my grandmother is quick to point it out as well. She is a bubbly, jumpy, spastic, talkative, lovable, energetic little girl.

Now Pumpkin on the other hand is just like Big Daddy. He is such an intelligent little guy. He is his daddy made over. He wears his heart on his sleeve, he is kind and compassionate, smarter than I could ever think about, a little bookworm of sorts, a good friend to others and willing to jump in and help anyone at anytime. It amazes me how much alike they are.

Now there are parts of me in both of them, for instance we are the most accident prone family you will ever meet. I know they get that from my family, even though Big Daddy was known to walk into walls when he was little. There is always a random bruise on my body that I am wondering where I got it from. Their willingness to serve and help others came from me as well. I am glad that there are both good traits and bad that we have passed down to them.

It has already been a week for us and it is just Wednesday. Peanut has gotten into some trouble the last few days at school. Her teachers even started a count. Yesterday she got out of her seat 15 times and used the teachers crate seats as a balance beam. She also never stops talking. I was known as Babbles as a little girl. Sigh.

I know it will get better and she will settle as she settles into kindergarten but sometimes I wish she would hurry up a little. Well, no I don’t actually wish that either. They grow up so fast. I can’t believe how fast they grow up it seems like just yesterday they were babies.

Until Tomorrow.

C.