I made a discovery.
Each of my five children has a different dominate sense. It really is quite interesting and entertaining to me to see how true it really is.
Emily is so observant. She will notice the tiniest details on just about everything.
If we're looking at a patch of wildflowers, she's noticing the little lady bug down on the stem.
She pays attention to what is around her by looking at the shapes, patterns and colors involved.
I appreciate that she can see the individual and not just the crowd.
From infancy, Jaydon had to learn about his surroundings by putting something in his mouth.
EVERY toy, gadget, you-name-it, went into his mouth...
It made it very difficult when the floor wasn't always spotless.
Once he got teeth, oh boy...it opened a whole new world of exploring
(just ask cousin Jackson and Evan).
Biting.
His poor twin brother had bite marks up and down his arms as a toddler.
Today, however, he's no longer putting toys in his mouth, but he does still bite things.
just kidding.
But he loves to test new flavors and tastes from the food around him.
Joel loves to feel things; soft blankets, prickly grass, or smooth stones.
He has always been one to appreciate textures.
He loves touch.
He's the first to give hugs, or pat my back.
He loves the feel of Baby William's soft skin and hair.
Ezzy got my "Kennan" nose.
This boy can smell something 5 miles away and will ask about it...
like the BBQ dinner someone's cooking
or the cow smell from the local dairy farm.
When I tell him to get a clean cup from the cupboard, he SMELLS it to know if it's clean.
Before he tests a new food that's put in front of him...you know, the nose has to do it's job first before he can pop it into his mouth!
I'm telling you, he'd smell the smoke before the fire alarm ever went off!
My sweet William.
His cute floppy ear. I love it!
When Will was born, I couldn't hold him.
My arms were pinned down and covered from having a c-section.
I wanted more than anything to just have him in my arms!
I could hear his brand-new-baby cry and wanted to comfort him.
Ryan brought him over to me, and amidst the crying, I spoke softly in William's his ear.
"Hi, Baby. It's Mama."
He stopped crying for an instant as I kissed his ear.
Ever since then, I have noticed how sensitive he is to different sounds, especially voices.
I love that the simple sound of my voice is enough to make him happy.
It's so fun to see each of them grow and develop their own sense of the world around them.
I hope as a mom, I can magnify their qualities, as different as they are.
