What will our children be?

I wonder what Riley will be. She is so interested in babies and when we ask her what she wants to be someday she often answers "a mom". (with 5 kids by the way). But the other day she told me she wanted to be a doctor (after she asked me why people are doctors and I told her so they could help people.) Then she told me I should have been a doctor.

Its fun to think about the person she will become. I wonder what her hobbies and interests will be. It is all yet to be discovered.

Riley is super into taking pictures right now. And when I look at these self-portraits I know EXACTLY what she will be. A teenager. A dramatic, misunderstood and complicated teenager, who will most likely blame her dad and me (ok, mostly me) for all her problems while she is busy telling us how we could never understand what it's like to be a teenager. Anyone think me having two teenage girls in the house is going to feel a little bit like karma?

Saturday Morning Rileyisms

On Saturday mornings instead of our traditional buzzing or blaring radio alarm clock with its snooze button, we use our children. Well actually, only one child. The one who wakes up early.

She comes in and gently rubs my arm, greeting me with a huge smile as I peel my eyelids apart. I pull her up in bed for what I hope can be 5 more minutes of relaxing before I really need to start my day.

On this particular Saturday morning I noticed her feet were a bit cold. I said "Riley your feet are freezing cold!" She said "Yeah, I brushed my teeth." Like that made perfect sense. And while I was sleepy, I knew there was something off about that statement.

Me (with confusion): "Huh?"

Her (with annoyance that I don't understand): "I washed my feet off in the sink." (after brushing said teeth, I suppose).