My most favorite things about 2 year old Charlee. Well, for starters ^ you just can't teach cool. And boy is she cool, and full of some serious sass. And most days I love it;) I love how she bursts into the room yelling "MAMA!" And when I turn to see what she needs all she does is smile say "hi" and run away. Or hand me a random treasure and say "hold it" Her favorite things are her brother, grumpy and Papa Ray, blankies, "piwos" pillows, chocolate, electronics, in particularly "pitchurs" on my "fehone" being naked, being outside, water, books, that pink hoodie, pancakes, Mickey, mama and daddy's bed, putting on make-up with mama, taking her sheets off her bed, being tickled, looking at pictures. She is my climber and will almost always find a way to get on the table or counter. She loves having pillow fights on the couch especially when mama throws her on the love sac. She lights up my life. Nothing would be quite complete without her in it. Even sassy, splash water everywhere, pick on her brother, wipe poop all over, runaway Charlotte is still perfect in every way. This girl is silly and pure mischief and all mine.
Bear is a lover. He just smiles all the time like he just can't help himself. And you can't help but smile back. He is such a spaz! I will get him out of bed and he will immediately take off running and half the time run straight into the wall. He is a passive little guy, when Charlotte dominates or takes toys-- except when it comes to lamby or his cars. He is obsessed with Lambs. And Charlee knows what toys are special to bear and when she wants to be nice she will take them to him, and when she wants to be sassy she will purposefully tease him and take those toys away from him. His favorite things are grandma and Grammy, his cars and trucks of course "Oawff" or just Olaf, lambs, holding 8 toys at once, going to bed or nap (as long as he has a car for each hand), signing time, puzzles, pushing carts or strollers, running, slides, balls, power tools, bread, being tickled, looking at pictures, chocolate milk and any stuffie he can get his hands on. He is happiest when daddy comes home. Sometimes when he's sleeping he cries out for daddy. It breaks hearts pretty quick, but most importantly keeps mama in bed;) he loves baths or "bah" and is completely adorable in every way possible.
They both have such tender little hearts. When they see someone upset or crying they stop whatever they are doing and become very concerned saying "ohhhhh sad?" "Mama, he sad?" "Ohhhh noo... a sad..." It's pretty sweet. They recently decided together that they love being swaddled up in blankies to watch a show in the morning while mama makes breakfast.
I sometimes wonder how I will survive when they no longer ask "need help?" "Help mama" "peeease I help?" When a simple kiss on an owie won't be enough to fix it. My life is complete each time I am there when they are hurt or think they are hurt and offer up the body part for kissing then they happily bounce back to whatever they were doing. Even when that body part is a tongue! Or sticky fingers. Or how they need a kiss from each other too. And when they run all over the house with "thank you" and " you're welcome" back and forth then back and forth again and again. Then they will randomly stop what they are doing and hug each other. Or come hug their mama. Nothing in this world brings the kind of happiness I get from their little arms wrapped tight around my neck, or their sweet kisses or a little "thank you" they said without promting. Or hearing them learn and say new things. Motherhood, parenthood really, is such a special thing. I choose to focus on the good when I can. There are plenty of messes (!!!) and tantrums and stress and tears that come with it but you can't have one or the other. I will take it all thank you! To my precious Bearett Wayne and Charlotte Ann... I love you. More than words.





















































