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In Which I Am Amazed by Little Hiltons

Grayson is now 15 months old - a true toddler if ever I've met one! I've been looking through pictures and blogs and videos of the last year (my nostalgia is in full bloom, I guess because Madi is so close), and I am amazed, not only by how much my children have grown in the last year, but also by how much they are the same. Watching some of those early videos, I see Grayson's personality right there in his little face. The determination and thoughtfulness that so characterize him now were absolutely present, even when he was just a few hours old! 


I already said this, but really I am in awe of my children. In the last few months I have seen Brooklyn mature. I have watched her take on more responsibility, take ownership of her behavior and choices, and (best of all) respond to people with a servant's heart. Don't get me wrong - she still has her days and she is still very much a six year old! But she is growing, spiritually, into a lovely young lady. 


Grayson too has just seemed to blossom into this little person, almost overnight! He understands what's going on and communicates with us. He has figured out that if Bob Bob can be distracted, he might get to play with his laptop! He knows that his cup goes in the dishwasher when it is empty. He knows that Achilles will eat just about anything he offers to him and that is a lot of fun, but you have to do it when Mommy isn't looking! He understands bath time and clean up (well, we're working on it!) and probably already knows more about technology than I do! Because of all his new understandings of how things work, we have a greater share of temper tantrums to deal with. Some days the poor kid lives in a world of "NO", which his tender little heart just can't handle. But I love that even if I'm the one saying it, it's still me he wants a snuggle and reassurance from ;0) 


We are as ready as we can be to add Madi to our mix. I can't wait to see how it's all going to play out!

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