I looked at Aden the other day and realized that quite without warning he had turned into a little boy.
I don't know how I missed it or when the moment that he went from being a baby to a kid happened. I felt a little surprised, as if this wasn't supposed to happen for months and months. But my head has been buried in freelance work and looking for a job. I haven't "seen" anything clearly except for my photoshop canvas in weeks.
With Hunter, her little girlness came much sooner and was picked up practically instantly by me. I guess it's because once she became mobile, she also became fiercely independent. She is not one for being picked up or carried or hugged or kissed. So I was more readily able to accept that she was no longer a baby. She resembles her mom in that regard which, of course, is going to make things much more interesting when she is a teen.
Aden, on the other hand, still loves mommy rides and wants to be carried and cuddled. When I watch them in the mornings, he crawls on the couch next to me, regarding me with curious, but shy eyes. He'd rather lie on me and nap then run around sometimes, and God forbid I put him down when he is not ready. Oh the tantrums.
And every day my heart swells -- usually once they're in bed and Mark and I can laugh, joke and commiserate over the miracle that the day was.
And because I have so much love for them, and for Mark, not a day goes by where I don't worry about our future, about my ability to provide, of how good a parent I am, of their development.
They've developmentally hit (and exceeded) most of their milestones, but the big sticking point has always been speech. Aden still babbles, and uses no real words, although recently he has started signing a little bit. Hunter has about 5 words, her favorite word being "up" as demonstrated in the video below:
Edited: Moved video to our Photobucket account.
Still, the video above is such a delight. It shows me that they're not stuck, That they're growing and happy and amazing, at times.
I'm trying hard not to let our current circumstances get me down. I want to enjoy my family, spend time with them, be happy with them.





Which is all a long about way of saying, I love my children and am a bit sad that they are growing up so fast. Not because they are growing up, but because I'm not getting to spend as much time with them as I would like.
But I won't be jobless forever and the economy will eventually improve, and one day soon, I will be able to relax and realize all the joy as it happens and not in retrospect.