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January 6, 2012 by: Shell

Things They Can’t Say: Tiaras and Trucks

This week’s featured blogger is one who writes from the heart. Please welcome Angela from Tiaras and Trucks.
He rested in the curve of my elbow, his hair sweet smelling in the nook under my chin.

Five months old, easy with his grins and gurgles and eyes wide open.

Five months old, utterly content in his fleece-blanketed bouncy seat but eager to be held at your hip, part of the conversation and the action at adult height.

Five months old. Almost nineteen months younger than my baby.

Spending three days and three nights with ten adults and seven kids, ranging from six years to five months, meant there were always climbers to stop, snacks to dole out, and babies to pass around like snuggly, smiling candy.

Abbey was thrilled to traipse around the house with two friends, playing dolls and scattering Polly Pockets and beads all over their “treehouse,” the loft at the top of our rented house.

Dylan made up half of the Dynamic Duo, running around with his recently-turned-two buddy, pushing trucks and scaling various pieces of furniture.

Even bedtime went smoothly.

Chilled wine sat in my glass at New Year’s Eve dinner, kids off playing after an earlier meal, and I realized things are shifting in our lives, that some of the difficult parts of having two very young children are fading into the past.

Nursing and pureed food and sippy cups with countless parts are memories.

Hopefully 2012 will be our last year of diapers.

Abbey is morphing into a little teacher, coaxing Dylan into her pretend games and helping with his socks and shoes, though there are still moments of frustration and sibling battles over important toys like old buttons or Mommy’s favorite scarf, dragged from the closet without permission.

Sipping Vouvray, I realized our lives, in some ways, are getting easier.

I should have felt elated, and perhaps accomplished, like I feel when I hit a certain point in a race, knowing I have hit my stride, turning up my music and enjoying the beat and the smiles of the runners around me.

But instead I remembered the feel of five months perching weightlessly on my arm, meeting my eyes in a wide, toothless grin.

The days of curling my babies into my arms and creating a universe of contentment on my hip are gone.

Each day that passes leads me from those moments into a time when they seek my arms mainly when their tears have already begun.

Their moments of contentment are busy and fun and perhaps leaning against my side to have a book read before running off to something new.

This phase is glorious; I could spend hours listening to Abbey meander through her imaginative adventures with the fictional Mit the Mouse or watching Dylan’s dinosaurs oversee his construction trucks.

But tears pricked at the back of my eyes, blinked back before falling.

For more than a moment I wished I could live my life in a split screen, moving through their childhoods into their own future adventures while keeping them safe and warm and under twenty pounds in my arms.

But instead I sang an extra song at bedtime, made sure their turtle nightlight was projecting the moon in a place Dylan could easily see, and softly closed the door before walking back to the laughter of our friends.

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  1. JDaniel4's Mom says

    January 6, 2012 at 7:14 am

    What a perfect way to end this post. I feel this way about my son often.

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 8:24 am

      Aw, thank you. There’s something so sweet about that moment right before they go to sleep.

  2. Blond Duck says

    January 6, 2012 at 7:54 am

    Gorgeous.

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 8:24 am

      Thank you! I appreciate it.

  3. Alison@Mama Wants This says

    January 6, 2012 at 8:03 am

    I know I have a baby on the way, but I’ve thought about how you’re feeling right now, often. Yeah, I’m my own killjoy. I know this is going to be my last baby, and yes, that makes me sad. I hope I can embrace all the beautiful moments the baby will give me, and still enjoy my firstborn’s toddler antics, with no regrets.

    So glad to see you here, Angela.

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 8:26 am

      That is what I am trying to do, too, enjoy both of them so much. I think no matter how many you have, there’s always a little part that wants to hold onto those first, baby moments and months, when they are so snuggly and don’t ever tell you no 😉

  4. angela says

    January 6, 2012 at 8:08 am

    Thank you so much for having me here, Shell! I know I am not the only blogger who appreciates having PYHO to spill my thoughts, and you have always been so generous with your blogging wisdom. xo

  5. MaryLauren@My3LittleBirds says

    January 6, 2012 at 8:18 am

    Angela, it’s great to see you here this morning. The bittersweet emotions you express here are so achingly familiar to me. But then again, you and I operate from the same wavelength, I think : )

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 8:27 am

      I think so, too 🙂 I love watching them grown and change and become their own little people, absolutely, but one day they won’t want to sit on my lap. And that’s a little sad, too.

  6. Evonne says

    January 6, 2012 at 8:55 am

    Angela, I’m so happy to see you here! I know this feeling all too well. I love watching my children grow and learn, but many days I miss all of those firsts.

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 1:40 pm

      Oh thank you 🙂 There are still firsts, right? Like the first time they ask for the car? Oh geez.

  7. John says

    January 6, 2012 at 9:16 am

    I keep thinking that 2012 might be the year that my house is diaper free . . . and then I think that I’m not sure I’m actually ready for the fact that, well, a diaper-free house means that the kids are actually growing up.

    Wonderfully written, Angela.

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 1:41 pm

      No diapers by the end of 2012! Let’s do this. And then lament over the fact that our underwear-wearing kids are getting so big 😉

  8. My Inner Chick says

    January 6, 2012 at 9:28 am

    ~~For more than a moment I wished I could live my life in a split screen, moving through their childhoods into their own future adventures while keeping them safe and warm and under twenty pounds in my arms~~

    Stunning. This sentence describes how several of us feel. Xx

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 1:42 pm

      I’m glad to know I’m not the only one with mixed feelings about them growing up in front my eyes!

  9. Lady Jennie says

    January 6, 2012 at 9:43 am

    I know just how you feel.

    I’m glad you had such a good New Year’s though.

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 1:42 pm

      I don’t think anyone prepared me for the bittersweet emotions involved in this parenthood gig, not that I am complaining. And thank you 🙂

  10. Kristen says

    January 6, 2012 at 10:07 am

    Angela, That New Year’s celebration truly was perfect and the way you put it into words…even better. I had tears at the back of my eyes that fell quickly too while reading this. Time is precious but it is OUR time and you captured it beautifully!
    Hi Shell! Love Angela! As usual I found her through your blog. You are in the company of many good people!

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 1:45 pm

      Hi Kristen! Thank you for the kind words. I love that PYHO brings people together; Shell attracts such lovely people.

  11. Jessie Powell says

    January 6, 2012 at 10:08 am

    I did love that cuddly stage. My son would have stayed curled up all day long, providing I attached him to at least one boob before going on to other tasks.

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 1:46 pm

      D still comes over just to give hugs and snuggles, and it is so sweet. I wish I could bottle it and save it for later 🙂

  12. Vinobaby says

    January 6, 2012 at 10:15 am

    Oh, I feel that little ache, that gentle tug of the heartstrings each night when putting my “big boy” to bed. They change so quickly, and I wonder if I blink he will be a teenager.

    Lovely. Happy New Year.

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 1:47 pm

      Can we still put them to bed when they’re teenagers? That’ll be ok, right? Right?

  13. Kimberly says

    January 6, 2012 at 10:28 am

    I can so relate.
    My friend who is a teacher reminded me that JK registration started at the end of this month. My son, my baby will be starting school in Septemeber and I am devastated. Seriously. It’s like everyday I have to hog him to myself because before I know it, I won’t be the center of his universe. Gah…
    This is beautifully written by the way

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 1:48 pm

      Oh thanks so much 🙂 We are considering enrolling D in a 2 1/2 year old preschool program, which we didn’t do with Abbey. There will be many tears when I send him to school, whenever it happens.

  14. Successful Woman's Resource Center says

    January 6, 2012 at 10:36 am

    And I’m sitting here bawling. As a mom of 4, now an empty nester, I wish I could go back, back to the times we would go to the library and need a rolling crate to carry all the books out. Back to the time when we would snuggle up to read a chapter out of our ongoing book. Back to sitting at the softball field for hours watching their games. Sometimes I even miss their messes.
    Enjoy them while their young, even when they drive you batty.
    Bernice

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 1:49 pm

      I didn’t mean to make you cry! I will try to drink up as many as these moments as I can. Even the batty ones 🙂 It’s all flying by so quickly.

  15. Duffy says

    January 6, 2012 at 10:41 am

    You made me realize that 2012 could be our last year of diapers too. Wow. And you captured the way I feel every day. I can’t wait until you can put on your own shoes, but don’t grow up so fast!

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 1:49 pm

      Yes, that, too! Shoes. Now my daughter helps him get ready, and even that makes HER seem so old.

  16. Nichole says

    January 6, 2012 at 10:47 am

    Just beautiful, Angela.
    These days pass so quickly, don’t they?
    But, knowing you as I do, you will never look back and think that you took any of it for granted.
    Because you’ve been present…for the big and the small moments.
    xoxoxo

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 1:50 pm

      Thanks Nichole! I like to think I try to be present, but it can be difficult sometimes in the day to day. I hope that the little moments each day really add up and imprint themselves on their hearts, the way they’ve imprinted onto mine.

  17. Annemarie Vinci Chagnon says

    January 6, 2012 at 10:51 am

    I struggle here. So loving the moments I am in and missing the moments that were… all while looking for the ones on the way.
    this was wonderfully written

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 1:51 pm

      Thank you 🙂 There’s such a balance to be found between past, present, and future with kids. It’s all bundled together in their little selves, and I want to remember it all. Every day.

  18. MiMi says

    January 6, 2012 at 11:03 am

    Beautiful!! It’s nice to hear someone with really little children reflect on how wonderful it is, while IN it. 🙂

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 1:52 pm

      Well, catch me around dinner-preparation time 😉 I’m sure I could provide the flip side of this post. (I do appreciate their littleness so much, though, kidding aside.)

  19. Debbie says

    January 6, 2012 at 11:07 am

    Angela, this is so lovely, so touching. Having those moments frozen in time are so special and so needed as you watch them grow up. This brought a tear to my eye as nostalgia swam over me with my own frozen memories.

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 8:42 pm

      Thank you so much. Part of what I love about blogging is having these snapshots frozen, so that I can comb through them like a photo album.

  20. molly says

    January 6, 2012 at 11:09 am

    Oh boy. I can so relate to this, Angela. In every respect. Soon we will be a diaper-free and tiny sippy cup-free household. While I look forward to the new stages being easier I also mourn the fact that I might never hold a newborn in my arms and nurse them to sleep. It is tricky to navigate the new with the old. I just try to be happy for the little men that they’re becoming. And know that I helped shape them and will continue to do so.

    p.s. YAY for the feature 🙂

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 8:45 pm

      Thanks for the Yay! I’m so happy to be here.

      I do love seeing their personalities take shape and watching them navigate the world. I will have a niece or nephew soon; hopefully that will help with the holding and the snuggles.

  21. Emmy says

    January 6, 2012 at 11:22 am

    Yep– so can relate. There is something nice and closing about moving past that stage and knowing that my family is complete- but every once in a while when I notice how much older my baby is looking or take an out-grown piece of clothing out of his closet to donate- those little moments my heart skips a beat.

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:22 pm

      Dylan’s hair is getting so long, bu I am dragging my feet about cutting it. I know when I do he is going to look like such a little boy, and I want to hang onto the baby curls as long as I can.

  22. Nancy C says

    January 6, 2012 at 11:24 am

    That image of the split screen is so apt. I feel the same way. Longing for moment of the past, while loving the present.

    And being aware of the moments. Always.

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:23 pm

      It’s a good idea, right? The split screen? Silly but so fitting 🙂

  23. Jennifer says

    January 6, 2012 at 11:40 am

    Oh yes. The older my two get the more I want to hang on to the baby side of them. The other day I asked my three year old, “Are you momma’s baby?” Normally he says no, that’s he’s a big boy, but this time he looked at me and read my heart and replied, “yeah… but not a little one.”

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:23 pm

      Oh, I love that. “But not a little one.” That’s fine, Dylan doesn’t have to be a little baby, just my baby 🙂

  24. Missy | Literal Mom says

    January 6, 2012 at 11:44 am

    Ah, yes. That feeling I know SO well. You captured it beautifully. Good to see you here!

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:24 pm

      Thanks Missy! I’m pretty honored to be sharing Shell’s space today 🙂

  25. Amber says

    January 6, 2012 at 11:44 am

    True story. I find myself in the same place, and am so reluctant to say good bye to those years…

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:25 pm

      I am sure that I’ll eventually feel like that about so many of their stages, but there’s something about the baby years that’s hard to let go of.

  26. Just Jennifer says

    January 6, 2012 at 12:06 pm

    Awww! This was so sweet, and so well written. I often lament the contradictory feelings motherhood brings. On one hand you are utterly in love and the other you need a break; you would die for your child and you could wring their little necks. And their growing….you feel pride and sadness at the same time. Jeez!

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:26 pm

      You’re right, there are so many contradictions in our emotions. Always the love, of course, but so many backs and forths.

  27. Ashley @ It's Fitting says

    January 6, 2012 at 12:16 pm

    When I read a post like this, it makes me appreciate our decision to start trying for a second. I love my first so much, but I don’t know if I’m quite ready to give up on one more little moment of babyhood.

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:27 pm

      We’re so done, but there are still moments when I long for a third. Of course, if I had a third, I’d probably feel like that about a fourth…then a fifth…;) Good luck with your growing family!

  28. Charlotte says

    January 6, 2012 at 12:23 pm

    What a beautiful way with words Angela has. Thanks so much for introducing me to her… there is such an overwhelming serenity about this post… It makes me think that the best is yet to come 🙂

    XOXO

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:28 pm

      Thank you for the kind words; I really appreciate it. Not all of my days with these crazy kids are close to serene!

  29. Victoria @ The First Day says

    January 6, 2012 at 1:03 pm

    So Beautiful! I often look at my boys who are now 7,6 and 5, and wonder where the time has gone? Yes life is easier, but I miss them as babies soo much!

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:29 pm

      So I’m always going to miss this baby stage? Boo hoo 🙁

  30. tracy@sellabitmum says

    January 6, 2012 at 1:13 pm

    So incredibly beautiful..written by a favorite lady. xo

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:29 pm

      Thank you so much Tracy! xo right back to you 🙂

  31. Megan - Best of Fates says

    January 6, 2012 at 1:20 pm

    That was so sweet! Now I don’t have anything funny to add. Which, as you know, is hard for me.

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:31 pm

      There’s humor here, somewhere…

      You could bring up that one day I will be buying diapers again. Only I might be the one wearing them.

      • Megan - Best of Fates says

        January 9, 2012 at 9:44 am

        Of course! How did I miss the obvious diaper joke?

        I’m so disappointed in myself.

        Tsk, tsk.

  32. Sela Toki says

    January 6, 2012 at 1:21 pm

    How absolutely precious Angela. Every word and feeling depicted, vividly paints the picture for all mothers and their babies. Memories that we will cherish forever. Their baby soft skins, no doubt, will thicken as they mature and we wish we can protect them forever. Thank you for this tender post.

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:32 pm

      You’re welcome 🙂 And thank you for the kind words. Yes, protecting them is so important and so hard to do, really.

  33. Teresa (Embracing the Spectrum) says

    January 6, 2012 at 1:52 pm

    what a wonderful post! I have a 9 month old and a five year old. They grow up WAY too fast!

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:33 pm

      It’s pretty crazy how quickly the time goes by. Everyone talks about that, but until I started living as a mom, I didn’t really understand.

  34. Julia says

    January 6, 2012 at 1:57 pm

    This was so sweet.

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:34 pm

      Thank you so much!

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:35 pm

      Thank you so much 🙂

  35. Phase Three of Life says

    January 6, 2012 at 2:08 pm

    Oh, wow. How beautiful and utterly true. Especially this: “For more than a moment I wished I could live my life in a split screen, moving through their childhoods into their own future adventures while keeping them safe and warm and under twenty pounds in my arms.”

    A split screen. That’s exactly what I wish for but never had the words to describe it. Thank you for a beautiful post!

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:46 pm

      Well, thank YOU for reading it and relating to it. I appreciate your kind words very much.

  36. January says

    January 6, 2012 at 2:44 pm

    You just wrote what is in my heart and on my mind almost daily. Seems like we’re at the same stage of life with our children. It’s wondrous and a little painful with realization that they’re growing fast. So fast.

    And I do the same thing with my little one’s Twilight turtle – he loves to see the moon.

    Such a beautiful, heartfelt post.

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:45 pm

      Oh, they’re little twins with the moon, huh? I love that he doesn’t even really care what color it’s on, as long as he can see the moon.

  37. MommaKiss says

    January 6, 2012 at 3:07 pm

    there are so so so so many times I actually long for those baby moments. Just for one more day…But then I see my boys play together, not needing me for every single thing. Of course they will still want things from me, but they don’t NEED me to be there everything.

    Great words, girl. Incredible.

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:47 pm

      A time machine, where we could use it to return to the baby stage for one day each year. That’s what someone needs to invent. That shouldn’t be hard, right?

  38. Victoria KP says

    January 6, 2012 at 3:21 pm

    It really is bittersweet watching them get bigger. I love how my kids are at the ages they are (7&9) but a part of me mourns the late night cuddles & nursing. I find myself wanting to give chubby babies who don’t belong to me a little squeeze. Sigh. On the other hand… I love not knowing ANYTHING about my kids current bowel habits 🙂

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:48 pm

      Giggling so hard at your bowel movement comment.

      I am going to be the woman at the mall, waiting to pick up my teenagers and gawking at all the babies 🙂

  39. Kir says

    January 6, 2012 at 3:50 pm

    Hi sweetie….and I know how you feel. I felt every snuggle and wisp of “wishing for that time again” with you. In my case, I didn’t even have time to savor it or sink down into it..because I was always just juggling one or the other and wishing for no diapers and kiddos that were a little less “needy”.

    sometimes when one of the boys is curled against me or talking to me…singing me a song or acting out a play for me..I wish for that…I sigh with the revelation that that brief time is over and my hip is empty too….

    yep, felt it all with you…something else we can DISCUSS at Blissdom right??? xoxo

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:40 pm

      I can’t imagine how hard it would be to do the baby/early toddler stage with two. They ARE so needy and require so much energy and attention. I already feel like I’m in a bit of a haze, and there’s only one of him.

      We are going to be chatting all night, I just know it.

  40. Casey Yo says

    January 6, 2012 at 4:35 pm

    Life is all about kids and seeing them grow. Its great when the little one give a look of joy.

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:38 pm

      Yes, when they are just so excited and thrilled with life. It’s contagious.

  41. Kelley says

    January 6, 2012 at 4:47 pm

    So sweet! Mine are 3 & 7. This is making me want another baby. Badly.

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 9:18 pm

      Shhh, no! You’re supposed to tell me that yours are 3 & 7, and it’s much better than the baby stage 😉

  42. Cheryl @ Mommypants says

    January 6, 2012 at 5:13 pm

    So lovely, Angela. I know how much you already soak it all in.

    xo

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 9:17 pm

      Thanks Cheryl xo

      I do try. Even the moments like the one tonight, where I soaked half of their bath water into my previously dry socks 😉

  43. Kelly says

    January 6, 2012 at 5:13 pm

    I know it will not mean much, but it does get easier. Memories will be remembered with smiles & laughter instead of tears.

    Promise.
    Xo

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 9:16 pm

      I believe you. I do.

      There are just moments where I wish I could press pause and just soak every inch and breath of them into my memories, so that I can really, truly remember these days.

      I sometimes worry that I will look back and only remember a caffeine-tinted haze of days!

  44. Runnermom-jen says

    January 6, 2012 at 5:37 pm

    Aw, Angela, you just brought tears to my eyes. I wish my baby days weren’t over yet, but I am also enjoying some of the independence that comes with older kids.
    Wonderful post!!
    XO

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 9:15 pm

      Thanks Jen. There really is a give and take there; it’s nice to be able to run out without an aresenal of supplies or to let them play in their playroom without continual supervision. But still, that baby smell…

  45. Sara says

    January 6, 2012 at 5:41 pm

    Your writing is beautiful – even if I’ve never been much of a baby person myself. The moment I get them in my arms they cry. I think they can tell that I’m nervous I will do something wrong.

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 9:14 pm

      Well, thank you! I’m pretty sure my husband held a baby one time before ours came along 🙂

  46. Natalie says

    January 6, 2012 at 5:45 pm

    Swoon! This was perfectly written and so beautiful!

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 9:09 pm

      Thank you so much Natalie 🙂 It’s always lovely to see your smiling face!

  47. julie gardner says

    January 6, 2012 at 8:48 pm

    I love (and understand deeply) every single word of this.

    Every. Single. One.

    I have said (through every stage) THIS is the best age. And then again when they’ve moved into the next phase I’ve said, “Now wait. THIS. I love this the most.”

    And it’s always true.

    And yet.

    I miss my babies. I miss every phase and stage and age. I want access to all of it always.
    That’s what makes the memories so precious. Because they are simply memories. And I can’t have it back.

    So yes. I try to appreciate each moment that is rather than longing for what was.
    But I long.

    Oh how I long.

    • angela says

      January 6, 2012 at 9:13 pm

      Julie, you always know just what to say to let me know that you hear and understand what I’m saying while reminding me that there will always be something lovely on the horizon. It is a little surreal to me that today Dylan turned two. Where have those 700+ days gone?

  48. Sorta Southern Single Mom says

    January 7, 2012 at 8:57 am

    I know there are some that would disagree, but few mothers don’t have moments like these… where you remember and wish…

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:37 pm

      I know there are crazy moments, too, with them so young. And there are so many wonderful things about watching them grow. There’s just something about the sweetness of babies…

  49. Denise says

    January 7, 2012 at 1:09 pm

    Love this post! Really captures the feelings you go through as the kids move on to different phases. I Mine range from 17 down to 6 and I am often catching myself noticing the way my younger kids are moving into stages that my older kids have left behind and how I feel about that.

    • angela says

      January 7, 2012 at 8:36 pm

      It must be fun to see them go through each stage like that. Mine are pretty close together (23 months apart,) so now that my son is two, they seem to be in similar place in some ways.

  50. Heather says

    January 7, 2012 at 9:38 pm

    How fabulous that your kids will one day read this and know how much they mean to you. Well said, Angela.

    • angela says

      January 13, 2012 at 9:30 pm

      Oh, thank you! I hope so. Or they’ll say, “Mom, you are such a dork!” 🙂

  51. Natalie @MamaTrack says

    January 7, 2012 at 9:41 pm

    I get this. Even with the new baby, my son isn’t my baby. And I miss that. But love who he’s becoming.

    Great post, Angela.

    • angela says

      January 13, 2012 at 9:31 pm

      Thanks Natalie. I remember bringing Dylan home, and suddenly Abbey just seemed so grown up. There was such a tine of sadness to that.

  52. momof12 says

    January 8, 2012 at 1:50 am

    I love t his post. They grow up way too fast!
    Sandy

    • angela says

      January 13, 2012 at 9:32 pm

      Don’t they? We were chatting about kindergarten today. What is THAT about?

  53. Maureen | Tatter Scoops says

    January 9, 2012 at 6:17 am

    Awww such a precious post. Makes me wish my son have a little brother or little sister 😀

    • angela says

      January 13, 2012 at 9:32 pm

      Thank you Maureen 🙂 Siblings can be a cool thing 🙂

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