On the heels of Mac and Paisley's 1/2 birthday (Feb 19) and Wells' 15 month mark (also Feb 19), I wanted to write a brief description about each of the kids' lives and personalities. So here it goes...
To my precious offspring...
Lilly Scott,
You've discovered you actually like to walk. We went on our first hike one beautiful day in January, and you begged for more. We were enthused at your excitement, and we've been back to finish the trails every opportunity we have when the weather is nice.
Your favorite books are Ivy and Bean, and you're on the very last in the series. The shows you enjoy watching are Full House and Sabrina (the early years) and most recently, The Brady Bunch and The Cosby Show. We love those old shows. Also in entertainment, your favorite artists are Taylor Swift and Francesca Battistelli. Singing, dancing, puzzles, dolls/barbies, and listening to music are your favorites to pass time.
You are 4'3" and 67 lbs. You wear a size 8/10 and prefer comfort or ease. You've gotten really good at picking out your clothes, and I secretly still love that you ask for my thoughts or opinion. I know those days are numbered.
You have excellent behavior in school, and you are super helpful and loving at home. As long as you get some alone, quiet time, your spirit is kind and affectionate. You cherish (much like me) the quiet that comes during the day.
The dreams in your world are so sweet and conquering. Daily you come up with a way to help those that are less fortunate or don't know Jesus. I hope those passions lead you to work and do mighty things for His kingdom.
Mac,
Still a gentle soul, you're finding your crazy boyhood. You love dinosaurs, dragons, tv, sugar, and goldfish. Still no cheese, ever.
You adore daddy and friends and anyone who you ask, "You want to come to my house?"
You sleep with your brown monkey, George, and the zebra. You sleep all over the place so often you'll call out for someone to help you find George.
There's a mix of your favorite books: The Gruffalo, Chicka Chicka Boom Boom, the Sports Illustrated kids books. After we read at night, you ask me to sing. You request either You'll Be In My Heart by Phil Collins or Life Is a Highway from Cars.
You wear a size 4 to 5 shirt, and size 4 bottoms. You have a long torso like your dad.
There couldn't be a more detailed version of you. Maybe Paisley. You both watch, think, and question how Dad and I do things.
You're animated with your imagination of characters, and you love love love animals. Acting like them, anyway. There's still a fear of dogs from a few aggressive interactions, but I'm okay with that. I would rather you be cautious and safe.
Tee ball will be your first extra curricular activity, and you're so excited. Just yesterday at school you said, "I'm going to play tee ball, and my daddy is the coach!"
You're a great, brilliant, and sensitive little boy. I love to cuddle and sing to you, and I love it even more that you still let me. Thank you.
Paisley,
Let it be known that you adore Scotty. Wells too. Scotty is your upline, and Wells feeds your nurturing side. You also love clothes and anything shiny is 'so cute' to you. Even when I get dressed in anything other than workout wear, you notice. Trying on my shoes is your favorite before bath. This draws attention toward you, and that's where you shine. The little button nose of yours wrinkles, your shoulders rise, and your head tilts. Cutest.thing.ever.
You have NO FEAR and instigate most of the crazy in our house. You go from playing dolls with Scotty to throwing the ball with dad to tackling Mac.
There is a lot that you offer, and I love that you're interested in a wide variety of things.
Last year we tried dance for a few months, but it wasn't enough structure for you. The other girls were at least a year older, and it was difficult for you to focus. So to be honest, you were brought to me the last few classes because you wouldn't listen. I know you're a good listener because you're a pleaser, but I won't make excuses. You do need structure, and maybe next year we can try again.
When you're being restructured (aka 'talked to in a stern voice'), there's no eye contact. You refuse. If we are trying to get a picture, you cover your face for some reason. I don't know why, but I do know everything goes to your mouth. Gross. Dirty fingers, the rail at any public facility, you name it. I'm a bit of a germophobe so this totally disgusts me. People say you're building immunity, but if they had any idea how often you puke, there would be no words.
Much like me, if you want something, well, you'll get it. Forget waiting on others. This is where you teach me about myself. It isn't always a good lesson I'm learning either. In fact, I learn more often than not how I need to change.
You're a cuddler when you want to be, and recently you ask me to lay in bed with you at night. Sure thing, sweet girl. I'll snuggle you! You're the biggest snuggler thus far. You would sleep under me every.single.night if you could. Actually, you love when the puking starts because it means you have a place in mommy and daddy's bed. You eat that up.
You don't miss a beat, and I know you'll tell me every detail that I may miss from church, school, playtime, etc. I always know who is sick, absent, sad, happy, crying, etc. You love tellign me when your brother didn't listen at school. I secretly appreciate all the detail because I'm a detailed person.
We love you to pieces, little P. You're a bright star, and we enjoy this ride with you.
Wells,
You're growing so fast. You're a fast walker now, and there's more walking than crawling now. You say mama, dada, nana, and a few others I can't recall right now. There's a definitely love for Mickey when you get a chance to watch, but much like the fourth child, the older siblings have control of the remote. You honestly don't seem to care, you're just smitten to be among them.
Eating is your hobby, and the output continues to amaze me. You eat more than any two of your siblings combined.
Cheese has been a huge favorite, but we've cut out dairy. Last week you had a lot of cheese and yogurt, and your eczema was the worst yet. I'm not sure if it was uncomfortable, but it looked awful. It was all over your chest and back. Red and raised and scaly looking. I cut out dairy once I realized it was probably the instigator, and the eczema is going away. This really stinks because you scream for yogurt and cheese when you see it. Thankfully I can distract you with a banana or larabar.
You're a rough little chunk, and you love to be in on the night time wrestling matches.
Come bedtime (7:30), we brush your teeth and head to bed. Once the thumb goes in your mouth and your ear is grabbed, you're almost out for the night. Like P, you suck the thumb. Like M, you rub your ear. Ironic. Or genetic, I'm not sure.
As much as you like being part of the action, you're also pretty easy. As long as I carry you instead of seating you in the grocery cart, we can get a good Publix run. My arms may shake at the end, but you've been held and downed at least 2 food pouches we opened in store. Cashiers always chuckle at the empty pouches on the conveyor belt.
You're in 18-24 month clothes, and I can't keep up with your growth! Mac's seasons are a bit off from yours. The result is lots of layers as we try to figure out crazy weather trends. Except shoes. You hate them. Grandmas at Publix get a rise out of you not wearing shoes. I mean I put slippers on you, but they come off and are in my purse. Priorities, people. We need groceries.
You're the perfect piece to our puzzle, and we all adore you, Wellsy.
