Memorial Weekend

People always told me that parenthood flies. Certainly in the midst of sleep deprivation you feel as though you are a slug who will never cross the finish line, yet I don't know where the past four months have gone. Did I blink and my babies are now in 3 month clothing? What happens if I blink again? Kindergarten? Parenting is so bittersweet. Meaning I can't wait until the belly laugh, sit up, walk, talk, yet I mourn the stage we leave behind. I always laughed at my sister and how sentimental she was when it came to her girls, and now it's me that's an emotional mess. I really could stare at my boys ALL DAY LONG. And when they fall asleep at night I can't help but creep into their room and watch them dream. And wonder where their dreams will lead them. (Hopefully never to far from their momma) :-)

Anyway, we took the boys to the pool for Memorial Day. I couldn't wait to show them off, because last summer nobody even knew we were pregnant.