When I sit down and look at the past six months, things go a bit pear shaped. Then, guilt sets in. I've noticed I haven't taken as much video of Whitney and Lauren's antics as much as I used to. I still take a million more photos than I probably need to, but they're all done with my phone, rather than my good camera. I'm dictating their milestones less...

But, after the pear rounds out, I'm noticing that I'm spending more time *with* them, than *on* them. If that makes sense. Now that they're older, I'm wanting to expose them to everything. They sit and wait patiently for lunch/dinner when we go out to eat, we go to the parks, train shows, playdates. They like the daycare at my gym (which is a bonus since my new-found love of running is about all I get to myself these days) and are so excited to read our 2 books every night before bed.

They're so much fun to watch and listen to. Lauren has become a storyteller. Not a fibber, but actual, made up stories. She loves to dance and sing - a real entertainer. Whitney loves puzzles and drawing and combing her dolls hair. They both love fingernail polish, dresses and ponytails. Don't get me wrong, they have their sibling rivalries. I probably break up at LEAST a half dozen fights every day. I get frustrated, annoyed, upset and angry. They've called me on it too, which is totally humbling.

The past size months have brought a third birthday, preschool, potty-training and more. They're so "big" now and I'm so proud of the individuals they've become.

"It's not only children who grow. Parents do too. As much as we watch to see what our children do with their lives, they are watching us to see what we do with ours. I can't tell my children to reach for the sun. All I can do is reach for it, myself."  ~Joyce Maynard