Don't Let Me Forget

So I have a confession: my kids drive me nuts on a regular basis. 

My daughter insists on dressing herself and rarely matches or plans appropriately for the weather. My son is now a mobile human vacuum. They both get "hangry" (angry when they are hungry) and often like to torment each other for no reason at all. They hate to pick up their toys and Bryn can't keep track of her shoes to save her life.

So when we have one of those full blown I-am-going-to-pull-my-hair-out kinda days, I try to remember these are the little things I will one day miss.

Please don't let me forget Bryn thinks gummy bears and cold cereal are perfectly good toppings for frozen yogurt. 

Please don't let me forget the way Bryn crinkles her nose when she doesn't like the way something tastes. In this particular case, Cap'n Crunch doesn't go well with strawberry frozen yogurt.

Please don't let me forget, how something as simple as a Ring Pop can turn an ordinary trip to the grocery store into "the best day ever."

Please don't let me forget my daughter's amazing sense of style. I hope she never loses that self-confidence. Don't let me forget my son's love for food. Even when he becomes a teenager and my grocery bill skyrockets, don't let me forget that I once laughed at his voracious appetite.

Please don't let me forget about that mop of curls on top of her head. Despite my best efforts to style it, don't let me forget her favorite way to wear it was wild and unkept. Don't let me forget, she referred to it is as, "crazy hair," and would cry every time we threatened to cut it.

Please don't let me forget, Bryn and Hudson share a unique bond. Don't let me forget those conversations which included, "Hudson. . . . you are my life. I love you." Please don't let me forget Bryn's theatrics, no matter how exasperating they sometimes are. After all, life is rough when you are nearly three years old. 

Please don't let me forget her fascination with princesses and all things that glitter and sparkle. Don't let me forget her little "stink bug" position she slips into when she is trying to fight off sleep or engrossed in a movie.

Please don't let me forget about Hudson's sloppy open-mouth kisses. Please don't let me forget how much Hudson loves to cuddle. Don't let me forget the sound of their laughter.

Please don't let me forget about Hudson's chubby cheeks. Kiss and squeeze those babies every chance you get.

And lastly, please don't let me forget about these smiles. Don't let me forget how quickly time passes and to savor each day spent with my babies. As time goes on, I will forget about the tantrums. I will forget about the smudge marks on the walls and the spaghetti strewn about the kitchen. I will forget about the sleepless nights with a teething toddler. I will forget about the hellish nightmare known as potty-training. Just please don't let me forget about all the little everyday things because that is the stuff I want to remember.