My girls are 20 months old today. Last week I had a minor panic attack (no joke) about Clarissa and Veronica turning two. I adore watching the girls grow and learn. I am incredibly grateful that those tiny little babies have become strong, happy, little kids. But I am not ready to give up their baby-ness. I eat up every second that they let me hold them, every time they want to snuggle in and fall asleep in my arms. I love how small and fragile they feel when I wrap them up in a towel after their bath (that is, when Veronica is not screaming and trying to bite me, post bath).
|Veronica's pre-breakfast ensemble|
|The only non-blurry photo I've gotten of Clarissa today, in which you can actually see her face|
|Veronica and Papa|
|Clarissa's pre-breakfast ensemble|