Trevor Jordan took his first steps a few days before turning 11 months old! So he’s my earliest walker. He’s also my fastest growing weed! Jaron, at age 2-1/2, just recently outgrew some 18-month sized clothing that went straight into baby brother’s closet! Oh how I wish my precious final baby would stay little a few moments longer. Sometimes I try to cradle 5-year-old Melody like I did five years ago and it feels good for my heart, not so much for my back, but the trouble is that she doesn’t even like it. She’s having growth spurts, going to school, using scissors and glue, kicking a soccer ball, reading whole books, cooking with Mom, correcting Daddy’s grammar. I love what my children are becoming but I sure do miss the baby days when they never screamed “no” and ate all the pureed vegetables in the bowl. Big boy Jaron’s terrible fits are subsiding and Trevor hasn’t learned that martial art quite yet, so I do love this phase of our family, but oh, if I could only hold each of them as a tiny newborn one more time……..