Cohen's 2nd birthday party. So young, so innocent, so cute and sweet and quiet. Oh wait, I'm back from my delirium. Cohen's 2nd birthday party. So young, and loud, and angry and crazy. But at least he couldn't form complete sentences and know how to 'talk back'.
One year later. Have you ever had a three year old tell you off? It's interesting. But then they turn around and are so darn sweet and cute and full of kisses and hugs and smiles. Manipulative little buggers, aren't they?
Would you look at this sweet face? Those chubby, red cheeks. That thin, wispy hair? Those Roley-Polly little arms. So innocent. So sweet. No delirium here. 10 months old, unable to walk, unable to steal her big brothers toys out of pure mischief, run around the room laughing at his pain. Her laugh then was simply bells floating on the wind. Now I have to wonder if something is on fire.
She's actually quite a cute little fairy. "Ouch, she bit me!" "What did you expect fairies to do?" "I thought they did nice things, like granting wishes." "Ha! Shows what you know!"
All in all, I'm going through teenage boot camp early to prepare for what is to come because the cuter they get, the more devious they get. They can give all the kisses and hugs and smiles they want, but I know that behind those sunglasses lie the eyes of something dark and sinister. We also call her Kembry.