Keeping them little

I can not believe how big my little ones are getting.

Calan is quite the toddler personality. He is always talking. He is always singing. He is always going. 

Maisie is gaining words by the day. She is very determined and very independent. 

Neither of my children are small in size. I just had to buy 3T summer clothes for my 20-month-old daughter. Seriously not small. 

But yet, there are just such adorable moments throughout our day that remind me that I am still the mother of babies. 

When Calan looks up to me and asked, "Carry you?," my heart melts a little. He means for me to carry him, but somehow he never got the me part and has always said you. Or when he is climbing into his bed and asks me to "Tuckle" him in instead of saying tuck me in, I just know that my little guy is still me little one. 

And then there is Maisie, my big little girl, who when heading to nap time or bed time, looks to me and asks for her "Borsch." No idea where that came from, but one day she just started calling her pacifier, which she only has when sleeping, a "borsch." I have always called it a pacifier, but to her it is "borsch." All I can envision is a little old Russian lady when she says it. 

These small things remind me how blessed I am to have them in my life. They make my heart smile. I love that they are getting older, but I love that they are still my babies. 

Maisie decided that her glasses worked better as a headband this day. 

Calan running around the family room stopped just for a second for me to take a picture.