The kids

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

THE KIDS:  Current mood:  grateful  Category: Life She was my first- My first time to cry from the depths of my soul. My first time to understand how much my mother loves me. My first time to be completely selfless. My first time to feel absolutely inadequite and terrified. My first time to have my heart carried around outside my body. My first glimpse of heaven. My first unconditional love. My first born. My Tinzleigh. She is beautiful. She is growing too fast. She is as skinny as I want to be. She is fast and strong. She is brilliant and funny. She is protective of those she loves. She is outgoing and charming. She is stuck up when she wants to be.  She loves her daddy. She loves to collect leaves. She loves to pretend. She loves to be in charge. She loves to win. She is bossy and controlling. She is opinionated and stubborn. She is full of potential. She is wise beyond her years. She wants to be the center of attention ALL the time. She wants me to be proud of her. She wants EVERYTHING in the Toys R Us magazine for Xmas. She wants people to listen to her. She wants to be a princess when she grows up, As well as a singer, ballet dancer, doctor, and mommy. She was my first. She is my daughter. She will be someone special... to many more than just me. He was my last- (up to this point) My last time to feel life inside my tummy. My last time to lose eight pounds in one day! My last time to smell that sweet newborn smell. My last time to put tiny clothes on a tiny body and laugh because they swallow him. My last time to hold my own tiny bundle of joy. My last time to sing lullabies to get someone to sleep. My last time to watch in amazement as he goes from sitting to crawling to walking. My last one to hear say "I love you mama" for the first time. My last baby (so far). My Thazden. He is beautiful. He is growing too fast. He is brilliant. He is hilarious. He is so sweet natured. He is laid back. He is strong and forceful when he feels he needs to be. He is very polite. He is friendly, but don't try to hold him too soon. He is mischievious and silly. He loves his Papa. He loves his Mama. He loves his blanky. He loves to do whatever his sister is doing. He loves to be outside. He loves to play "where's Thazden?" He loves his cup. He wants his cup. He wants his cup ALL THE TIME!  He wants to "hold you". He wants to watch cartoons, but he can't sit still yet. He wants to vaccuum by himself. He wants to stay up late like everyone else. He wants to "bush teef". He wants you to chase him. He wants to sing and say his ABC's. He wants his blanky and his cup!!! He was my last. He is my son. He will leave his mark on many lives.