So, over the terrifically busy (and tiring) weekend, I managed to co-host a successful jewelry party, make Valentine snacks for a brunch, drink too much wine, and watch in delight as my little girl rolled from her back to her belly. She is so pleased! I am simultaneously thrilled and sad that she is already reaching (I accidentally typed reading first - wouldn't that be something!?) these milestones. This little gal is moving right along. I believe her bottom middle teeth are ready to burst through. She is close to gnawing her little fist off. Time is flying for my little gal who is growing like a weed and blowing raspberries nonstop. She is so darling!

I pre-enrolled Jack in preschool today. I think I'm fine, but now I'm realizing that the tears are slightly welling up thinking of it. Preschool? Really? I really believe he needs a challenge - the boy is so smart. He's ready for anything. I hope some innocent girl doesn't get the wrath of his fist like B at the sitter's did last week. Poor gal - took it like a champ. Two bites, a punch to the gut, and he managed to knock her off of a toy chair. I think he's just a boy and this is how they function because their little minds don't know what else to do. I'm sure Charlotte will treat us to her girly dramatic meltdowns when the time comes - the kiddos just handle frustration differently.But anywho, it is totally unacceptable and we are definitely working on it. I hold my breath on the walk up to the sitter's door - waiting to hear the latest. He really is a love bug, honestly. Last week at gymnastics he was convinced a darling redhead was a baby and insisted he needed to hold her. He smothered her with hugs, baby talk, and repeatedly tried to hold her hand. "But I wanted to hold that baby," he kept saying. She (and her father) were good sports about it. I'm a little nervous for tomorrow. I have to say, that's what impresses me most about Jack right now. He loves babies. Baby babies, baby animals...he saw a baby Panda on TV last night and that was it. "I want that baby Panda, mama, I want it." The baby kittens in his new (old) favorite movie The Aristocats..."That baby kitty, mama, I love it." I want to buy him 14 baby kittens and watch him bask in their tiny cuteness.

I told hubby the other day that I wouldn't mind a third little G running around. I got the old eyebrow raise and was assured that we aren't ready to run a zone defense and we need to stick to man to man. I think maybe I might be high on spit-up fumes or just the fact that I adore my little peanuts more than I can say. I know I say it a lot, but they are the most precious gifts I could ever have. My dreamy little babies who light up my world...they make me laugh, cry, love, and live.