Memories

Every one keeps telling me that I should keep a journal of some sort of the things that the kids do so that as time goes by, I don't forget.

I have decided that they are absolutely correct. I have found that as the kids get older it is harder and harder to remember some of the cute, random, off-the-wall things that they come up with.

For instance, Wyatt had his own vocabulary when he was a toddler...I miss that...even though we are constantly telling him "not to talk like a baby" now. I miss the ramblings of a child learning to talk, learning to express themselves.

Or how Josie used to climb out of her crib at 15 months, making it a necessity to put her in a "big girl bed" at 18 months.
How she used to climb the chain-link fence at 2 and refuse to answer us (or maybe to even hear us) as she busily explored every nook and cranny under neighbors deck - while we frantically looked for her with horrible visions in our heads, tears in our eyes and our hearts in our throats.

I do not want to forget these times.

I don't want to forget the first time Josie told me that she wanted to grow up to be a mommy and me thinking that I must be doing something right.

Or how Wyatt’s love of nature and animals seems almost too consuming.

I know these moments won't last forever...but I want to remember them just the same.

This is my journal and these are my memories.