Speaking of the boys...Bird (the one in blue) is 7 years old and just entered the 2nd grade. He is into what I assume are the usual boy things, legos, video games, mad science experiments, tormenting his younger brother, etc... He loves to read and draw and I hope (fingers crossed) that he gets his dads artistic ability. Gryphy (sporting the brown smokey the bear shirt) is my rambunctious 4 year old. This is his second year in pre-school and I am just now starting to realize the fact that next year he will be entering kindergarten. (Cue sad face). He would rather climb on chairs, jump over the back of the couch and crawl under tables than play with toys but if the moments right, I can get him to sit still for about 5 minutes tops.
Raising them has been nothing short of the craziest life experience I have ever had. I know that I am only 27 and that I had my children when I was very young (20 & 23). Looking back, I would never change a thing about my life with them. I know parents would like to think that we teach our kids a lot and shape them into the people they become, and that may very well be true, but I know for a fact that having children and raising children has changed me in ways I cant even begin to describe in a single posting. The second I found out I was pregnant with Bird, my entire world changed and I am a better person for it. I know the 14 years I have left between now and when Gryphy turns 18 are going to be even more crazy and chaotic than the first 7. I'm ready though. Here's to life!
