Slow Down You Move Too Fast

George Carlin's Views on Aging

Do you realize that the only time in our lives we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions. 'How old are you?’ “I'm four and a half! You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key.You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.'How old are you?' 'I'm gonna be 16!' You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life... You become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony. YOU BECOME 21 YESSSS!!! But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're Just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed? You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone. But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would! So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60. You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80's and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime. And it doesn't end there.. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; 'I Was JUST 92.' Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. 'I'm 100 and a half!' May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

The boys have reached milestones in their aging process. Little Man turned three last week and The Babe is now 19 months! Little Man has changed so much over the past few months; going from timid and somewhat of a talker to an outgoing chatter box. We were at the pool yesterday and he ran off with a friend's daughter and the two of them swam like fish together. They jumped off the side of the pool and held hands while swimming. Don't worry, they had on their swim jackets. He told me he was making a new friend and swam away. When it was time for Caroline to leave, he ran over and hugged her and gave her a kiss. This was a surprise to me because I usually have to beg him to even look at someone to say goodbye. We are making progress.

Little Man is a mean story teller too. This morning he told us that one day our house will be a candy store and we will call Daddy and The Babe "Mr Lopart". He recently told me a story about a mean black bunny that ate dinner with us and a prince that turns bugs into more mean princes to take over the world. Little Man is turning into a little boy. He is so smart it scares me; who taught him to think like this? Why is he the one rationalizing with me? Shouldn't it be the other way around? His current favorite things are the zoo, the pool, watching hippos on YouTube with daddy, and music. The kid is a walking jukebox. Dude Looks Like a Lady, Another One Bites The Dust, anything by Big and Rich. Oh, and this little ditty...

The Babe, being our second and last (hubs provides a nice store front but no longer carries inventory...we had a blow out sale!) thinks he is as big as Little Man. "Anything he can do I can do too" kind of thing. I was pushing him in a little car yesterday when he decided he was done. I was mistaken to think he was going to walk. He wanted to push the car. As I tried to help him through the grass that obviously needed mowing, he pushed my hand away and said "no no mama". Wow. Moving on to the "I don't need you" phase already. Last night The Babe woke up crying around 1am. I settled him down and laid him back in his crib. Thirty minutes later hubs had to do the same thing. Thirty minutes later, I am in his room again. He is leaping for the "big boy" bed next to his crib and saying "bed". I laid him in the twin bed and left, never to hear another peep until it was time to get up. He can't possibly be ready for the big bed! He is still a baby!

The Babe is currently obsessed with body parts and particularly loves ears. He seems to be fascinated with mine and loves to pull my ear lobes. He also loves animals and their "sounds"...check this one out:

The Babe does things at 19 months Little Man never thought of, or that I would never dream of allowing. He fears nothing. The Babe is tough as nails. While the smallest thing may startle Little Man, The Babe just keeps going for more. For instance; The Babe is wrestling with Little Man and bumps his forehead, crawls over to the drawer to start the new game of "pull all the clothes out" and proceeds to smash a finger. he then decides brother needs a good hair pulling. Although none of his injuries bothered him, Little Man went on about the hair FOREVER! The Babe is a little lover too. He loves to give kisses and cuddles. He loves to sit in your lap and look at books. He has never met a stranger.

I have never seen two boys so different and so similar. I love watching them change everyday but just wish they would slow down.