Trying to Remember...

I have a terrible memory. I also have a hard time keeping up with all the items that should help me keep my memories. Scrapbooking, photo albums, baby books...all stuff I have but don't keep up with.

Also, I am feeling a little guilty for not writing much about Baby Girl. She doesn't have school today. We are going bowling and maybe out to lunch. I really like spending time with her, and lately, am a little surprised at how much she is changing. She is turning into a Girl, all long legs and fingers, sassy attitude.

On Friday, my Mom and I took Baby Boy for his 6 Month pictures after Baby Girl's Valentine's Day party at school. Volunteering at her school always makes me laugh. She goes to a Kindergarten school, meaning the whole district Kindergarten classes are in one building, with no other classes there. Approximately 150 5 to 6 years old in one place. (As a side note, they are closing the school after this year...funding issues, so they say...and moving Kindergarten classes to the elementary schools. I am so happy Baby Girl got to experience beginning her school career this way, but sorry Baby Boy will not.) When you go there, you are like a rock star. At this age they are still so open about loving you and wanting to show you off. All the kids remember you and are excited to see you there. Plus, they will tell you EVERYTHING. They sit at little round tables and when you are working on crafts with them they will tell you personal things about their family and friends and make awesome declarations about themselves. Baby Girl does this all the time. She will say "I am such a good artist" or "I am so funny" or "I have nice hair" or "I look really cute in my glasses."

I wish I could freeze this time for her. When she is so happy with herself and her life. She is not self conscious and worried about what people will think of her.

So when we were driving to get the pictures taken, I looked in the rear view mirror at her sitting in her Booster Seat (technically, at 36 pounds, she should still be in a Car Seat, but she is too tall for that) her legs crossed, reading a book she got at school. I got a glimpse of the Big Girl she is becoming. It made me both proud and sad.

I want to remember her like this. How she will say "Awwww Sweet" in a strange southern accent when something good happens, and "Awwww Dang" in that same accent when things aren't going as she planned. I want to remember how she still wants to sit on our laps and have me carry her even though I am almost too short to carry her for very long. I want to remember that she loves to tell jokes and draw and color and craft. She plays on the computer and reads by herself before bed and loves cartoons and can play "Carol of the Bells" on the keyboard.

I am trying to remember even though I know I will forget.