My kiddos…

Titus didn’t bring home a trophy, but he tried his hardest. I’m very proud of him for not letting his loss discourage him and for being proud of his sister. He was her biggest fan. He was promoted last week from a yellow belt to a green belt. The promotion gave him a much needed morale boost. He’d been talking about quitting MMA for about a month now. I don’t want to be a parent who pushes, but I encouraged him to continue with the tournament training and compete in the tournament and then we’ll talk about doing something else besides MMA. He agreed, but now that he recieved this promotion he’s found a new love for MMA. He’s now asking to go to classes again.

Lydia’s doing great. She, Titus and I have been sick this past month…fighting all kinds of garbage and sharing it around. Ugh! Anyways…she’s not a complainer. She’s been in high spirits. One time I didn’t even realize she had a fever because she was smiling and acting as if nothing was wrong. I hate how fast she’s growing up. I see newborns and can’t fathom that Lydia was that tiny only 7 months ago. She’s a big girl, too…off the percentile charts. She’s outgrowing her size 12-months clothes. Crazy.

Merry Christmas!!!
This post about Lydia made me cry. I can totally relate. I hate that Rachel is almost walking. It’s even harder knowing she is my last little baby. Great, I’m crying right now…
A word vomit explosion!!! I’m glad to hear about that