my children

my children.well first is my son,always quiet always kind.gentlehearted,photographic memory,honour student,hardworking,always reading,always researching something on computer.and wow can that boy eat! i have never seen a kid eat like that one can.
my oldest daughter,the one who always challenges me.sweet, difficult,loves her baby sisters,social butterfly,but 13 going on 14 makes me proud.,afraid to speak up for herself,soft spoken
kind hearted.i knew she was conceived from the very beginning,used to follow me everywhere.now she only wants me around to watch telly with her.growing up but not in hurry like her friends.
next is my middle daughter,quiet like a little kindermouse,loud as a screeching banshee.full of hugs,holds baby sister by hand likes to danceand make art work. when she was 2 she used to draw large pictures on all the walls,when asked what she was doing would tell us she was making pictures like frida kahlo.now she doesn't draw on my walls .and i've forgotten about some of her art work.
last,but not least is baby.she scared us all by coming early(too early)always something wrong when small,now she of angelic smile,and cerulean blue eyes,advanced vocabulary,our funny little,headstrong girl.loud and demanding.adorable beyond words this is baby.she with blond curls and hitting hands.little one who likes to be clean.likes matching accesssories with her matching clothes,i kid you not.wants pony in her hair right now.so i will go as world most certainly does revolve around her.