Slip Sliding Away

I am just going to forewarn you right now: this entire post might just be the hormones talkin. They are a-raging tonight. But whether that is the case or not does not matter, I just feel the need to DO something about the fact that my chilrens are growing up ridiculously fast and I am forgetting more than I ever thought I could about their precious growing up years!! The little details, the little stories, the sweet moments are slipping away never to be retrieved. So to stave off the tears I ran to the blog.

I think I will not even do things in chronological order. I think if I can make myself follow through I will just record whatever cute things I remember about the different kids comes to mind over the next few days. Like Adon just discovering that throwing things off of anything is super fun (folded clothes off the sofa, food or cups off the high chair tray, miscellaneous items out of a drawer, whatever.) And then I walk through the house and find the most random piles of things next to teh previous home they had occupied. Or like Allie drawing the same pictures over and over, and the other day it was princesses with clothes on but with what looked like their bra outside their clothes. When I asked her what that was all about she said they were indeed their "bras." What did she mean I asked. She says "You know Mom, like these," and she points to my bosoms, "You know how they kind of show on you and so and so and so and so." So she calls bosoms bras and she thinks she needs to depict them on every girls she draws now?!

And I remember Ryah when she was just talking, 18 months or so, appearing in a room dressed up, throwing out her arms, and saying "da-da!" for Ta-da, regularly. It was always adorable. And then how she and Allie, when they were like 18 months and 3, always saying "awww!" when they saw pictures of themselves. And Allie telling me, or anyone else she was filled up with appreciation for at the moment, when she was 3 or so, "You're the BEST, Mom!" She has alwys had a noteably grateful spirit, though sometimes it can fade in a bad way and she can have a little chip on her shoulder, but she almost always makes up for it. She just LOVES Adon, really most any baby, and desperately tries to take good care of him.

Ryah singing just like her preschool teacher Miss Leah the "Five little monkeys swingin in a tree, teasin mist-ah alligata Can't catch me! Along comes the alligator, quiet as can be, aaaaaaaaaand SNAP that monkey right outta that tree! (Hands on hips, sidelong glance, then palms turned up, out to the sides) Now what do we have left? Two little..."

Kharis's dead-on impersonations. From the Herbie movie with Lindsey Lohan, "Her-bie,... Is a Car." Praying tonight "God, thank you for changing our hearts." Seriously. Thank you God you have done it entirely despite my bad efforts. Taking the extra swing for the playset after we put up the baby swing and hanging it perfectly INSIDE the fort part. So creative and resourceful.

Allie telling Stacey Simeone she definitely did NOT want her lovie to become an idol.

Ryah always pulling up the inside joke with JD, like saying the refrigerator that passed gas when there was noone else around to blame it on with her and JD (a running joke the whole family finds uproariously funny, except me.)

Oh, there are probably thousands more. But for now, I will close. Say a little prayer I come back tomorrow, or don't. I will at least;)