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Slap me with a Mexican Pickle....

My kids are weird.  I know that isn't exactly a positive thing to say - but it's true.  They are just like my husband and I.  I used to worry that our weirdness would rub off on them and they, too, would suffer the same fate that we (hubby and I) have struggled with our entire lives.  Not really fitting in - kinda being on the outskirts of all things - and that it would be hard for them.


But they are different than us - even at their young age I can see that they both possess a confidence and self assurance that neither Chris nor I have ever had as youths or adults.  It's actually pretty awesome.  I'm so proud of them.

I mean - Harlyn is still a baby so it could totally change - but if anything she is even more self assured than I seriously thought a two year old child could be.  Nothing phases her - nothing ruffles her feathers.  She just gets up, gets moving and goes with the flow.  If the flow isn't what she wants - oh well - she shifts the flow to suit her needs.  Gotta love a girl that knows what she wants - and by God - is going to do what it takes to get it.


Hayden is a bit different.  He has a quiet confidence and rolls with the punches.  He likes everyone and everything and wants them all to like him too.  Yesterday we were playing at the park and he was showing me his prowess on the monkey bars.  I had to tease him because he'd get going - get a good rhythm - then just stop and hang there.  My little lazy bones.  My little Haydo Lameo (which caused him to giggle uncontrollably and fall completely OFF the monkey bars) but man I love him anyhow.  After all the teasing and giggling he turned to me and said "Well slap me with a Mexican pickle".  That sealed the deal - the kid is just straight up weird.




Ahh...my little freaks bring me such unbridled joy...I hope they continue to fly their freak flags high.

Until tomorrow...

Positively,

Kim

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