Say Hi to My Toddler

I should be the mom who meticulously records each of Abbey and Dylan's milestones in a gorgeous baby book.

I should do this both for them and for all of my current and future friends, because I have a terrible memory. I don't want to be that annoying mother who swears her child was discussing the effect of expatriate authors on American literature at eighteen months. (Is it wrong that I am looking forward to having that discussion with my kids?)

However, it's been over three years since Abbey's birth, and her one-year scrapbook is still a scrapbox. Which means that there is a scrapbook, various paper crafting supplies, and lots of pictures thrown into a wicker box in her closet. I even started a more traditional baby book halfway through 2008 in hopes that I would be more consistent with that. It's in the scrapbox as well.

Dylan's first steps? I don't know exactly, though the date's on a post-it note somewhere. Despite those first steps, he's been sticking with his speed-of-light crawling for a while. Something about the Nashville air inspired him, though, because he's suddenly walking much more than crawling and building up to speeds I don't even want to think about.

Suddenly, he's upgraded from a crawler who sometimes walks to this little man who stalks around the house like Frankenstein, all flat feet and balancing arms. And I'm upgraded from a mommy of a baby and a preschooler to a mommy of a toddler and a preschooler.
 
I need to stop blinking, because I need to soak in every single moment of their beautiful little lives.