When we first moved in to our home, I planted a small hydrangea in the back yard. Through the years, this plant has grown larger and more beautiful, typically blooming it’s bright pink flowers only once a year.
Unfortunately, more than 90% of the blooms have been pulled off and partially consumed by three toddlers. Such is the price our plant has to pay as our children learn to “Stop and
On a different note, I find it interesting that although I have beautiful ribbons and bows for the girls’ hair … the only one that will allow me to do anything with their hair, is our boy, William.
I have a suspicion the days of styling our son’s hair in ponytails will be short lived.
Hopefully, our back yard full of beautiful flowering plants aren't too traumatized and die off as a result of the omniverous trio that have set up camp. And if they do, oh well. These are truly magical moments and I'm trying to treasure them all.
Like the bright pink flowers on our hydrangea (and most likely, William's ponytail once Charlie sees this post) these moments are are hair today, gone tomorrow.