Good times.

I can not believe how fast my kids are growing up. Seriously. When I was younger, I used to roll my eyes at all the old fogies gnashing their teeth and whining about time flying, but dude! I just want to hug my little ones as tight as I can and soak up some of that baby cuteness. But they wiggle right out of my arms before I get the chance. *sigh*

Last night Sophie climbed up on a box that was in front of the TV so she could get a toy that was too high for her. SINCE WHEN WAS SHE OLD ENOUGH TO DO THIS??? Apparently since yesterday at least.

Tonight we were at my mom and dad's and Izzy squeezed past my dad saying, "Scuse me, papa," as he did so. Izzy is my baby! How can he be so mannerly? Wait, that didn't come out quite right. What I meant is that he sounds so grown up now. Every day he does something else that completely cracks me up. Yesterday the laughs came from Gammie darting out the door.

I had both kids here, of course, so I couldn't run around the neighborhood looking for her. I stood on the porch, put my hands on my hips, and started yelling for her.

"GAHEY COME HERE!," Izzy suddenly screams beside me. Startled I look down to see him standing by me with his hands on his hips too, looking just as irritated and as frazzled as his mama.

We showed the house again today and Sophie was being a pain so I dropped them both off at mom's so I could mop the floors and finish tidying everything. We get crappy radio reception here, so I turned to the dance music station on the TV and cranked it up. When we got home tonight, I sat down at the computer while Chris and Izzy were off in the house. When I heard the TV start playing a good beat again, I turned around to see Izzy shaking his booty and waving his arms. "Dance, mama!" So I too got up and shook my booty and waved my arms, while Sophie sat in the floor bouncing away and waving her arms too. Chris came in and picked Izzy up and I picked up Sophie and we boogied away.

These are good times. I'm going to go gnash my teeth now.