my kids...

My kids are the best part of my life. I love their little personalities and the funny things they say. Layla is such a little girl. She is sweet and sensitive and dramatic...everything a little girl should be. Sometimes I get frustrated with how sensitive she is. The slightest conflict turns on the tears. But with drama and crying comes tenderness and kindness. She is truly sensitive to others. She comforts Jack when he is in trouble and has even put an arm around me when I have been sad or frustrated. She is funny and creative and artistic. I love my little girl although  I feel slightly inadequate as her mother. Heavenly Father has blessed me with such a sweet, sensitive soul...I pray that I can teach her how to handle the world without losing her tenderness.

Jack, on the other hand, is sweet but not as sensitive. He has a one track mind that usually is stuck on doing things himself. He has to turn on the lights, he has to brush his own teeth, he has to pull the tabs off his diaper when getting it changed. He is independent and full of personality, but is also sweet and helpful. He is mischievous but in a naive, playful sort of way. He rarely throws a tantrum and is quick to obey. He is eager to learn and has already mastered the ipod (he can turn it on, plug in headphones, select a movie, and adjust the volume to a comfortable level). He repeats just about everything that is said and even repeats gestures and noises. I love this funny little boy who--I have recently realized--is not my little baby anymore.