There are times when I look at our children and I claim them as my own...refering to them as mine, etc to Dave. There are other moments when I talk to them about "his" children. 
Ex: I told Dave about my cute Grant when he defended Katelee against a bullying boy, exclaiming, "Don't hurt my sister!" I am pretty sure I referred to Grant as his father's son when he held a restaurant plastic kids cup, and with all seriousness asked me "Mom, when you die, I get this right?" 
Katelee is my girl when she says things like, " I love everyone in the whole whole world, and my family." I am certain she comes from Dave when I see her in her dance class not twisting as the other 3 year olds, but dirty dancing to herself in the corner against the mirror...definitely not a trait from me ;)
Brenna cakes is all mine when she giggles and crawls across the room for me, stands on her own or squeals. She is Dave's when she gets into the Cheetos bag and we turn from pushing the kids on the swings to see her laying in a bed of the processed product with one hanging out of her mouth like a pastuerized cigar....definitely her dad's!
She is 7 1/2 months old and starting to stand on her own and even take a step or two...walking is not too far away! My friend Kelsey took this sweet pictures of her.
Good thing my kids have to claim me as their mom all the time, even when my actions are less than becoming!
