Never Grow Up

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6qutPepOdc

A great song by Taylor Swift:  Never Grow Up.

I don't want my girls to be 4.
I don't want them to grow up.
I wish for them to have the great life of being a kid.
Forever.
And ever.
No worries.
No hurting.
No issues.
No sadness.
The happy life.
My twins are my babies forever.
I remember year 1 - we were glad we made it half of that time in a hospital in and out.
Year 2 was another milestone too we have made it.
Lots of walking and crawling milestone for Baili and talking.
Year 3 Baili was walking and Kirra was talking A LOT and knew her ABC's and 123's.
Year 4 we are talking and my little angels and growing tall and lovely.
Every year I saw this is my favorite year.
I am up for big changes this year.
Let's stay simple K and B.
Never grow up.
Be happy.
Live more.
Be more practical little ones.
Life is short.
Girls becoming little girly girls.
Purple.
Pink.
Life as we know it.
B and K now understand their middle names (thier Gma's names).
K says she busted my name.
Not sure what that means but when she says that when someone has the same name as her or Baili (first, middle, or last).
He busted my name!

Sweetness from Kirra and Baili
K:  I love you Mommy.
All the time everyday all day for no reason.  Yes she melts my heart.
K: I want a purple cake for my b-day.
Me:You want an ice cream cake?  There are not purple ones.
K:  What about raspberry?  Raspberry has a purple look to it Mommy.
Me: Dam Kirra all this critical thinking you do.  Messing up my plans...
B:  Mommy love too. (translation Mommy I love you too.)
B: Barbie play pink!
Me:  Baili why all the blonde barbies?
B: Love Barbie!
Me: (She only likes the blondes) no clue why?
K:  Mommy you are my favorite and I miss you so much when I am at school.  So I just dream about you and Baili.
Me:  I love you too Kirra more than all the stars in the world.
B:  Mommy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 
Me: (When I come home from school or to pick them up.)
B: Kiss!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Pucks up.
Me: hugs and kisses
K:  Mommy I want to be a carwasher when I grow up as an ADULT.
Me:  How about a lawyer?
K:  No a car washer.
Me:  Man really?
K: Yes, I wash cars and trucks and make them beautiful just like my Grandpa and Gramma and Daddy did.
Me:  Where?
K:  Seattle.  Remembebeber?  
Me: No.
K: Oh I forgot you busted you were in Phoenix and left me.
Me:  You were visiting I didn't leave you.
K:  You busted me.  I want to wash red trucks like Grandpa.
Me:  Thinking is Grandpa Allan a car washer?
K:  We wash trucks and have fun!
Me:  Okay bear.
K:  Mommy I want to go to the railroad train park.

These are our conversations.  All. The. Time.  Both girls are so freaking funny.

I don't want them to be four.  But I understand each age it keeps getting better and better!

Love,
The Mommy.