The littlest one, I am still just soaking up the baby snuggles when I can. Hard to imagine life two weeks before Nicholas entered the world. He is a sweet one. And when he is not tired or hungry or riding in his car seat, he is usually a content alert baby.
Colin, our love bug. I get so many hugs from him. Big squeeze hugs! And so many "I love you's". He is so affectionate for a 3-year-old, or at least different than Evan, who is up for a hug whenever but not the initiator. Tony has been sleeping on a mattress on their floor since Nicholas was born. But a few nights ago, Colin asked if I could. We put them in bed, but I still had to feed Nicholas so told Colin it would be about 5 minutes until I would be in. When I did go lay down in their room, Colin said "mom thank you for coming in here". Aww melts my heart to hear this and know that he appreciates us. After our back and forth "I love you's" we fell asleep.
Evan seems more and more grown up all the time. Yesterday he completed his first chapter book. And he has doing second grade math for a few weeks. Sometimes he seems so big and independent. We drop him off and he skis 3 days at a week at Hickory. Which brings me to a story from a few days ago that in the moment made me frustrated but afterward made me realize how little he still really is. Six! That's it! We were about to get in the car so I could drop him off at skiing. Colin was buckled and I was working on getting Nicholas in his seat and making sure Evan had all his gear, when Evan said "these skis say Walter on them". Ugh, after a busy day home with a baby and busy 3 year old, I was getting worn out and did not want to deal with going to hickory to solve the ski problem. Turns out it was an easy fix. But I know I was short with Evan at first and hurried him into the car so we could solve it. He told me he was scared and almost had a few tears. I felt bad for him in that moment and didn't want him to suffer fear over this. Learning experience for us both.
