my kids are growing....

Cameron is reading, writing, and doing math. Crazy. I just gave birth to him, you know? I had my first, "Uh oh. This is real life now" moment last week.
They just started show and tell at school, and he brought up that he wished he had something cool to bring to school for show and tell. I started going down the infinite list of cool things in abundance in our house, but he was still looking discouraged. "But no one else will think those things are cool."
Boo. You fight it off as long as you can, but it comes anyways. All the memories of fitting in, worrying about what friends think (who am I kidding, not much has changed) come flooding back, and I am struck with the panic of how to sheild him from this, how to make it stop.
And I just can't. All I can do is give the pep talk of all pep talks, boost his coolness factor as much as I can with my wisdom, and send him on his way. sucks.
As a parent, you want your child to be invincible, and to always have a confidence to stand the test of school age peers.
And as I am sitting in my room, thinking of all the great parent quotes I can give my son to make his mark in this world, he comes running in with a huge smile on his face.
"I've got it Mom!"
"what's that?"
"My show and tell- it's awesome and everyone will think it's SO cool!"
"Really? Let me see!"
And he opens his little hand to show me.... a rock.
"It's a baby dinosaur bone!"
"Awesome!" I secretly sigh in relief, off the hook for the moment.... but just in case, five minutes later I tell Cameron he is the most handsome little boy on the planet, and I love him.

Megan is... well, Megs. She is stopped by the elderly continuously about her blonde little curls and her pretty blue eyes, she knows her colors, her abc's, and is a total snugglebug. She makes people laugh all the time because of her nutty, quirky little personality. She can stare you in the eye as she tests the limit, trying to do whatever it is she thinks she shouldn't, all the while with a little smirk on her face. She is stubborn as all get out, not willing to budge until she is ready.
She loves to talk on the phone, and will steal mine or anyone else's any chance she gets.

They are both so different, yet at any moment I can pretty much tell you which characteristics came from which parent, and also how much they are alike.
They both love sleep- they've been awesome sleepers since birth. They both can go anywhere, just about any time, and be a great sport about it- meltdowns are pretty rare for both. They both love crafts and being creative, and they love puzzles and books. But they still would both rather be outside any day if given the choice, especially if they get to swim or jump.

And still I wonder, as much as I love these two, just what would a third baby bring?