Here are some things I want to remember about both of you at this age (2 years and 8 months) -
Addyson is finally big enough for adjustable waist pants (that's a size 24 months). This is what her adjustable waist pants look like - cinched all the way up to the first buttonhole!
And here is how Braden wears his size 3T adjustable pants - on the last buttonhole. The only adjusting his pants ever need is rolling up the bottoms! :)
I want to remember the way Braden plays - very organized. And how you use all my kitchen stuff to organize the candy. Did you know a broiler pan was perfect for this?
I want to remember the way Braden grabs my head and kisses me over and over before bedtime. And how you ask for "lots of kisses". And how you go on and on until I tell you that you have to stop so you can go to sleep. I will never get tired of hearing you say. "Hey, mama!" in your excited voice. I want to remember that you finally use the big toilet instead of Ribbit, and that you excitedly tell me I don't have to clean up the poop anymore as you flush!!! I want to remember your hugs and giggles. And how much you love playing with your daddy. Especially when he ropes you.

You missed him terribly when things were busy and now you could play with him for hours. Your daddy wants to remember how you chased a coyote today with him . . . and how you love to ride horse and feed cows and do anything with animals or outside. How you love your goats and sheep and take care of them. And how you care about people and have such a big heart. When we talk about your little brother, you usually say "Go get him!" and wonder what we are waiting on. The way you love to help me in the kitchen. Your cute chubby cheeks and short legs - you weigh almost 35 pounds but still would rather be carried just about everywhere. Your kissable cheeks and how snuggly you are. You can open deadbolts now so you try to go outside - even if you only have socks on. You ask "What this" or "What these do" about everything - you want to understand it all. You never miss spotting hay bales or animals. You love trains, trucks, and tractors. You are all boy - you talk about pooping and tooting and butt cracks (we both know it wasn't your mama that taught you about those, sigh). Thankfully you stop when I ask you to as soon as you are done laughing. Someday you will grow up to be a mature, caring young man (at least that's what I pray for and work towards!) but for now I clean up your messes and love on you and just laugh.
I want to remember the way Addyson giggles. And sometimes fake laughs . . . and coughs . . . and then sighs. She makes us all laugh. And how you love to sit beside me while I get ready and pretend to do everything mommy does. I want to remember how confident you can be. And how you have started to take care of your babies; how you love REAL babies. How you love to sleep in - I think if it was just you and me we could sleep in all morning. I want to remember how friendly you can be - and how much attention you get from everyone wherever we go - they think you are the cutest tiniest little girl. And you love the attention most of the time. How you wave. How your tummy always seems to hurt the moment you are in trouble, or are nervous, or tired, or anything. How you push the limit with your ornery smile. How you get annoyed when you are crying because your "eyes are wet". And I love that I get to wipe those tears away and love on you. I love that you hit a stage where you don't want mommy to leave you ever, and that you are coming out of that stage. I love your big spunkiness and loud noises that come out of your tiny little body! I love that I can still carry you around since you weigh 22 pounds! You know all the steps and rules about how to potty like a big kid so that you can remind your brother, but you still have yet to succesfully use the potty chair (but you seem more interested and hopefully we can work on this soon). When we ask you about your little brother, you say he's in Russia and you think you are getting a sister too (because apparently you think brothers always come with a sister since you did!). I love when you pray - sometimes we have no idea what you are saying. You don't understand why Jesus doesn't sleep and you don't want him to come get you or wash your feet. You love Sesame Street - especially Elmo, Abby, and Super Grover and you are super-pumped that your diapers have Elmo and Dorothy on them (maybe that's why you don't want to stop wearing them!). The way you love to snack -your favorites are chocolate and jerky. You like to talk and sing. You hate getting your tangles out, but love your pony tails and clippies. You put on your flowery rainboots with anything and everything and are ready to get to work. God knew I needed a little girl just like you.
We want to remember both of you drinking milk and snuggling up before bed. How you yell at each other for being on the other's side of the bed, but then usually fall asleep basically on top of each other. And playing together bunches and bunches.
And giggling together, crying together, and just doing pretty much everything together. The way you come find us when you wake up and say "We waked up!" as if you are so surprised and excited that you did actually wake up. And the way you love us completely and usually unselfishly, even when we screw up. God has certainly blessed us with two very different, very special little people and we love you both so, so much!!!