I love looking back at old posts, but it also pulls at my heart strings. Back when Little London learned how to sit. Back when Little Peyton was an only child. Back when Addy was still in my belly. Oy! So, pause time with me now, while I enjoy where my girlies are at currently.
Peyton is five! She has graduated from Pre-K, and will hop on the bus next fall, and walk herself into kindergarten. Seriously, where has the time gone?! This girl has sass and SO much personality. She’s my little mama, and usually beats me to Addy when she’s crying. She loves to dress up and have elaborate dance parties, while listening to Taylor Swift, and talk about when she grows up and gets married and has her own babies. She’s such a girly girl, always wanting her hair curled or her nails painted, but recently, she’s discovered golfing with Dave. They have plans to go once a week all summer, just the two of them. I know she’s so excited about it. Everything has a theme song for her. Coloring? She’s got a song for that. Using the bathroom? Yup, there’s a song. She makes up the cutest lyrics, and none of it makes sense, and I can’t help but smile. Her most recent song is: here we go, twinkle stars, here we go, and the future comes, and that’s when we’ll be sleeping and quiet. Gold, friends, gold.
Where to start with 20 month old London. This kid has spunk. She’s the sweetest, snuggliest, most loving little girl, but she has this “token middle child” streak. I honestly have to say that this age is my favorite age for kiddos. She’s so genuine, and SO funny. She loves to make us laugh, even if it involves her spinning in circles until she falls repeatedly. She has this new “I don’t know” shrug, where she holds her up like “I really don’t even know!” We were in the car this morning, and she found something (maybe a Frito?) in her carseat, proudly announced, “Yum-a yum-a” which is London-speak for “I’m about to eat this” – since I hadn’t given her any food, I asked what she had, but she stuffed it in her mouth and did her “I don’t even know” shrug. Still telling myself it was a Frito. She loves dogs, and at any given time, she can be found with an armload of stuffed dogs, which she refers to as her “pupas!” She is obsessed with the snapchat dog filter. She loves to play soccer, her dance moves cannot be rivaled, and she gives the best kisses. Aside from dogs, her other favorite things are dips of all kind (but mostly ketchup) and chapstick. She loves to do whatever Peyton is doing, and only refers to Addy as “Addy Bug” which might be the cutest thing she’s ever done. She is old enough to really play with Peyton now, and keeps up with her pretty well. I love to watch them wrestle and have tickle fights, but it’s even sweeter when I catch them cuddled up on the couch together.
Adaline is four and a half months old, and her personality is starting to show. She loves to lay on the floor and watch her sisters play. She’s mastered the back-to-belly roll and the cross-room-scoot. Peyton loves to walk up to her and mimic me by saying, “Hey! That’s not where I left you!” to which Addy will giggle and squeal. She is happiest when she is outside, in nothing but a diaper, just watching the waterfall in the backyard. She also won Child of the Year award after not having a screaming fit last weekend when we drove 2 hours across the state, and 2 hours back in the same day. Adaline lives up to her middle name, Joy. As she is always such a joy to be around, and such a good sport about being dragged to Peyton’s early morning AYSO games, or quite literally being dragged by London across the floor.
I love these girls so so much. As much as I wish they could stay little forever, I am obsessed with watching them grow up, and watching them become little friends. Since I’m sure the tables will turn when they’re all teenagers and London steals Peyton’s favorite jeans 😉
Ok. We can hit play now!