*A photograph of each of my children, once a week in 2015*
I love this kid so much it hurts, but lately his listening skills have taken a front seat on the Struggle Bus. I'm sure a combination of the rain, gloomy weather and lack of structure have not helped his case at all - and quite frankly I have felt just as disappointed in the weather this summer as well. But I'm finding that my "mommy voice" is getting louder and louder and not making a dent. I think he also feels a lot of change coming on and I understand this may be his way of telling me he senses it. But there are times at night I feel so guilty that I had to get upset with him during the day and wonder, "Am I THAT parent?" I told Kurtis we need to take him out on a Cohen Day - just the three of us and hopefully ease some of these worries on his mind. This kid does have one of the biggest hearts I know, like last night when Lola was crying I heard his little voice on the monitor singing to her. I didn't even go into her room to tell him to leave. I let him sing to her for awhile, he then told her goodnight and shut the door. Seriously kid, I love you so much it hurts.
This girl can feel a rhythm the moment she hears some music. Last weekend at the festival she boogied her way through the games and slides. One moment she'd be grooving in the wagon and the next we'd have to stop walking so she could break it down. Last night I looked in the mirror and saw her dancing away in her car seat. She then proceeded to dance while eating her frozen yogurt. But her favorite time to move and groove is the second she hears that Mickey Mouse song. Something about the Hot Dog dance that gets kids moving....