It seems like yesterday these kids were in diapers, using sip cups, strapped in five point carseats, riding on Mr. Fun's shoulders. It seems like yesterday that I couldn't wait for Mr. Fun to walk through the door so I could hand the baby over that had been on my hip all day. I couldn't wait to pry the toddler off my leg and redirect him to Mr. Fun. I remember when dinner was a struggle and they wouldn't eat, only whine.
Now dinner is a struggle because they eat so much, even the veggies. I am no longer holding that baby on the hip with a toddler at my feet. My house is still never clean, just a different sort of mess. Half empty glasses left on the coffee table have replaced the empty sippy cups found under the couch days later. Teething toys, big bulky noisy toys are now little lego pieces, hot wheels, and video controllers strewn about.
The tantrums and crying no longer exist, now it's name calling and fighting over the xbox. There are homework struggles and hangry is a real thing, especially with teen boys.
Now the big sister is looking up to two of her little brothers, soon to be three. We now have three kids living at home, one out on her own...
The days seem long, the years are short.
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