Time is simply flying by and my babies are growing each day. I hate to admit that.
But it’s true.
I need to put some bricks on their heads, stop growing.
Gotta love those country kids! It goes back and forth from truck driver, ricer (rice farmer) and cotton farmer.
My little love bugs.
They will forever be my babies, I don’t care how old they are.
A comparision picture from last year. They have grown so very much. Little W with his smile and Little H with his silly expression.
Luckily for me Preschool is great and they love it so much!
I must have been reading your blog a looooong time because in my head they are still babies and, clearly, that is not the case. 🙂
@Mindee@ourfrontdoor, You have!! But it’s OK in my head they are still babies too.