Shortly after Cole was born, I was holding him and watching Chloe play. I turned to Amy and said, "I know this is awful to say, but I wish he'd hurry up and grow up a little, so we can do more things with him like we do with Chloe."
Chloe is going through this stage where she wants to be first. When I take her and Cole to school, she wants to go inside before he does. When we're about to eat supper, she wants her plate before anyone else gets theirs. When she and Cole are taking medicine, she insists I give Cole his after she gets hers.
Chloe is fascinated by the steep hill we have in our backyard. She likes nothing more than to walk down it, then back up it, repeating the process several times over. I have to admit it helps in getting her tired out before bedtime, and I often use that to my advantage.
From the other room, I watched Chloe standing in the middle of the living room. She raised her arms out beside her, looked down at the floor and slowly started turning in a circle. After a few turns, she became more confident and turned faster.
Faster and faster she went, a grin on her face as wide as her outstretched arms. Suddenly, she stumbled. Her smile faltered. It was replaced with an expression of shock and concern. "Uh-oh," she said as she plopped to the floor, a victim of both dizziness and gravity.
Each night before I go to bed, I go into Chloe and Cole's rooms to check on them.
I make sure they're not about to roll off the edge of their beds. I make sure they're tucked under the covers. I stand there and watch their sweet slumber for a minute or two, then I steal one - or several - last kisses.