She's growing up. . .

and I don't like it. I wish there were a way to freeze time. Right here. Right now. My kids are having none of it, however. Kyler is as high as my shoulders. He's only eight. He wants to play basketball again this year. He's prtty good, which may be because he is twice as tall as some of the other kids out there.

Kady is two and all attitude. She insists upon doing things for herself. She repeats anything she hears and thinks nothing of telling me her opinion on what I have laid out for her to wear. ("I no wanna wear that, Mommy.")

Last week, I arrived at the baby-sitter to see Kady sitting at the table with the other kids and her hand stuck out in a "stop" gesture. It took me a minute, but I realized she was saying, "Wait a minute, Mama! Wait a minute! I'm drawing." She loves to draw.

Perhaps one of the reasons I have allowed her to hang onto the baba (AKA pacifier) for longer than I wold have ever dreamed is because it helped me see her as a baby still. Not anymore. Kady requires her baba whenever she's in the car. The other day, she had her baba in her mouth and was saying something. I finally figured out what she was saying: "I want two." I want two, as in "Give me another baba now." She then had one in her hand and one in her mouth. At least the baba is helping her count.

Baba Still Here and Momma is in the Fetal Position

We survived the weekend. One very hormonal mom, two rambunctious kiddos, and one of those is supposed to be kicking the baba habbit. . .Can you say, "LONG WEEKEND!?" I lost 5 pounds, all of which was water weight, I'm sure, but who cares? Listen to me, if you weigh 3 pounds less when you take off your shoes, that is 3 pounds you have LOST!!

We tried to kick the baba habit, but that came back to bite me in the butt. Let's just say Mama caved--BIG TIME!! To be fair, Kady was screaming for the baba for a LONG time, and Kyler was pleading her case ("Mom, PLEASE give it to her.") Never fear, the baba will eventually get in the way of her braces, and she will have to give it up. Just don't make fun of the girl in kindergarden with the pacifier--she's MINE!

If it Pours When it Rains, Should I be Feeling this Monsoon?

Ok, apparently I'm not working much this week. Kady got sick day before yesterday, which we were dealing with. Then, she wakes up yesterday wheezing and coughing. She could not breathe, and I was scared to death. Two hours, forty-five minutes later, we were out of the doctor's office. Kady received a breathing treatment (which helped immensely) and a prescription for a steroid. She was, however, still running a fever and didn't feel well. I dropped her off with my mom (THANKS AGAIN, MOM!!), and I picked up Kyler from school. He had an appointment to get his hearing tested--huge ordeal, but thankfully, normal. I guess I should get to the point: looks like the baba is in no danger of leaving anytime soon. . .