Time Doesn't Slow...

Overly sentimental.

That pretty much sums up how I'm feeling today. We move this weekend (same apartment complex, just a larger apartment). Yep, in five short days, we leave this cramped apartment where we have watched our little nuggets turn into people. When we moved in two years ago, they were one week shy of being one. They were just learning how to walk, couldn't feed themselves completely, and spoke in single syllables. 

Now, as we prepare to move again, they are almost three. 

Two years isn't a tremendously long amount of time, but that almost makes it worse that they have changed so much so fast.

Today as we got ready to cook dinner, I became strangely aware of the fact this was our last Sunday in this apartment. Why that really mattered, I'm not entirely sure. Still, I found myself a little sad. Which was weird, because I'm crazy excited to be moving. So much has happened within these walls, so many new milestones for the boys. 

However, we truly need the extra space - just ask Everett. 

After we walked through the new apartment last week, we told the boys this was going to be our new house. When putting them to bed that night, Everett was chattering away (he talks a LOT when he is tired!) filling me in on his new house.

E: "Mom, my gonna have a new house. With a new bedroom. And a toy bedroom. Dats like my bedroom, but just for my toys!" 

Me: "Oh really? Well that sounds like a pretty good plan. Are you excited about a new house?"

E: "Yah. Mom, my need more space!"

The things this boy comes up with. Seriously! All of the sudden he just talks and talks, and says the most random things. That's part of me being sentimental. I just can't get over how much they've changed in the past couple of months, let over the last year, or even three years for that matter.

Anyway, moving combined with their birthday looming around the corner, just has my heart all ooey gooey tonight. And since I'm feeling a little nostalgic I started looking through pictures. 

The change in these boys truly does amaze me. I literally can't even remember them being that small. 

I mean, I do remember it, I just have a hard time believing they really started out at a total of eight pounds between the two of them. Now, nobody would ever guess it if they didn't already know. Such small beginnings, but my have they turned into such amazing boys. 

No longer babies, and I even have a hard time calling them toddlers, because they just look like boys. 

One year just goes so fast. And really, look at the difference from those baby faces.

Heck, three years just goes too fast. My babies are just growing right up.

Potty trained.

Riding bicycles like Evil Knievel.

They tackle every piece of playground equipment without a second thought.

They are independent to a fault. Well, it's only a fault for me, because it means everything takes at least twice as long. They must "walk on my own feet" everywhere we go.

And this is their new favorite place to do so!

And everything is "My do it myself!"

 Getting in and out of the car, buckling car seats, putting on shoes...even laundry!

They love to sing. Except, mommy can't sing with them anymore. If I start to sing a song from the radio, a movie, or a song they know the words to, I get told:

"Mommy, please stop it." 

Every. Dang. Time.

But at least they are polite about it?! That's what I tell myself anyway.

The talking might be my favorite though. The conversations I have with them every day just amaze me. The things they remember, the ideas they come up with, the comprehension from books or movies, the words they've picked up from who-knows-where. 

Well, maybe I lied. Seeing the bond between the two of them truly is my favorite. They have their moments (well, more like chunks of the day) where they cannot get along. There is kicking, hitting, punching, and plenty of screaming. Generally though, they love each other in the purest way. The smiles they share, the giggles...

...my heart is just completely and extremely full. Being their mommy is by far the most stressful and chaotic part of every day. But with each moment of stress and chaos, I know that I am truly blessed. 

I just wish time would slow down. At least a little. 

Since it doesn't seem to be doing that anytime soon...I'll just keep taking five million pictures. Because on nights like tonight when I just can't believe it, it makes it a little better to look back through them and remember all the fun we've had. The little moments of perfection I have been lucky enough to be a part of.