Logan and Taylor are 7!!!

Logan and Taylor are 7. They're 7! Holy crap, when did that happen? I still remember the day the doctor took them out of me. I remember their first bottle, their first diaper change, their first bath, their first night at home. 

Sure, there are days when I have to put myself in time-out, so that I don't completely lose it. But they are such good boys! They are so sweet, and cute, and loving, and they'll forever be my babies.

Logan is smart, athletic, helpful, determined, and confident. He's also kind of a smart a$$. He likes to (nicely) argue with me, just to prove a point, or to prove me wrong. Sometimes, I forget that he's still a kid, a 7 year-old kid. But I love the way his brain is already so wired and so full of logic.

He loves Nerf guns and playing on the iPad. When he grows up, he wants to be a chef or a scientist (who makes potions).

Taylor is smart, snuggly, silly, sensitive, and imaginative. He likes to make up spooky stories and make people laugh. He often tells me how much he loves to snuggle with me and play with daddy. He likes to play with other kids, but mostly, he enjoys entertaining himself with just his imagination. He loves scary stuff (like everything Halloween), playing with Legos, and collecting treasures (aka junk). When he grows up, he wants to be an engineer and invent scary but really fun roller coasters.

I am so thankful Heavenly Father trusted me enough to take care of these sweet little angels. They bless my life every day. They mostly make me a better person, although I feel like I fall short a lot. I make many mistakes. I have many regrets. But somehow, they always forgive me. Somehow, they still accept me the way I am. Somehow, they love me no matter what.