Ice Cold Milk and an Oreo Cookie!

Someone asked me the other day what the favorite age of my kids has been. So, I thought about it...

0 - 3 months: still blown away with the miracle of life.
3 - 6 months: rocking at night when their little breath meets your cheek.
6 - 9 months: smiles are turning to chuckles which are turning to laughs.
9 mo - 1 yr: rolling is turning to crawling which is turning to walking.
year 1: personality is developing, new words, new looks, new loves.
year 2 - 3: crazy about mom and dad "watch this!"
year 4 - 5: like a sponge soaking in everything.
year 6 - 7: they're turning into little people.

How do you choose a favorite from a list like that? It's like looking at a dessert menu and choosing your favorite. The problem is each plate brings something unique and fantastic to the ole' palet. Devils food chocolate cupcakes with sprinkles on top? That's what I'm talking about. Strawberry shortcake with ice cream?... Pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving with a quart of cool whip?... Hot blackberry cobbler with a scoop of melting vanilla ice cream?... Turtle brownies a la mode?... Blueberry cheesecake?... Nestle chocolate chip cookies (with nuts) straight out of the oven with a glass of milk in a frozen glass?

The best dessert is the one that is sitting in front of you. So it is with your kids.

Without getting too gushy as a softy, I think each day (at least every other day) brings it's own set of unique, unbelievable moments that you can store in the memory bank as a priceless deposit. I'm not saying everyday is perfect, for there are times I understand the concept of animals eating their young; but, seriously how cool is it that we have been entrusted to raise, care for, train, love, discipline, shape these little mini-people for a few years. I guess that's why they're all favorite.