To you both, I write these weekly letters with a snapshot of each of you so that one day you may look back and read all about yourselves and our relationship together during the time in your life you can’t remember yourself.
Buba, you are so giggly and hyper these days. I have always been hyper myself but sometimes you go above and beyond even my own limits of energy and most people would say your Momma has a lot of energy so that’s saying something. While I love your rechargeable batteries and most the time you make me laugh and keep me entertained there are moments when I just need five minutes of quiet Buba. Like you used to be, sat there playing with puzzles or looking through books. You used to be able to sit there engrossed into whatever current project you were working on for hours on end. Now, it’s like you need fresh air and walked on a daily basis just to let off all that steam. I am looking forward to September when you start school and they are able to keep up with this new found high energy of yours and hopefully run it out of you come bell time. The funny thing is though I am glad you are a smiley, happy, giggling soul just like me. You will live longer if you smile and laugh alot so I have been told.
Missy Moo, you learn things so quick from your brother, it’s mind blowing. Your calm and observant self is changing at the speed of light therefore your brother’s new hyperness is your new hyperness and having two of you so full of energy is crazy work. You used to be a lot more quiet and chilled out about things and you still are but lately I have noticed you are more and more like your brother in personality it just took you longer to show your true colors than it did him. You are also one tough cookie and I love that about you. Your brother probably runs crying to me of booboos and ouchies than you ever will. Just the other day you bashed your head full on into my knee, something that should have hurt you and you rubbed your head and continued on like nothing happened. Your tolerance for pain is so high and your new fear combination scares me to death. I am having to watch you a lot closer now so you don’t serious hurt yourself with all your climbing, jumping, and roughness. These are all great attributes though and I am grateful you are one tough cookie. They say boys shouldn’t be soft but I think neither should girls.