To be a kid again...

I spent the last few days hanging out with family and all the cute little kiddies.  My cousins Lee and Scott are here visiting from Australia with their adorable son Rufus.  Since half our family lives in America and half in Australia, we all obviously don't get to see each other too often. My cousin Audrey also came to visit from up north and brought her cute little boy Ethan.  My cousins Sam and Thanh also have three cute kids, including their newest little edition Megan.  You throw in my favorite little one year old Alexis, and its a PARTY!   We had a big family dinner and had a great time eating and catching up.

Here are the cute little kids hanging out on the couch

Mini Audrey, Mini Candace, Mini Lee & Mini Sam

Seeing all the babies interact and play with each other got me thinking.  Being a kid is so great and so simple. You're just learning how to talk and walk.  People applaud when you finish your food or learn a new word. When you're a baby, you can do no wrong. If you stare at a stranger or take someone else's toy, its funny and cute.  Your biggest worry is getting that balloon at a party or eating your food and drinking your milk.

As I get older and realize how much responsibility I actually have and that I am actually an adult, it makes me wish for those simpler times.  When I was little, my biggest worry was taking a quick bath so that me and my cousin Amy could sneak out to buy candy at the nearby liquor store.  As you get older, the priorities start to change. In high school, it was about finding a date to the school dance or running for student council.  College was more of the same, studying for a midterm or trying to sit through class with a hangover.  Now its about paying bills, not only finding a job but a career and finding a person to share your life with.   It's about figuring about what the hell you are doing with your life and what decisions you have to make next.  It used to be that your parents worried about that stuff for you and suddenly, you're worried about being success enough to take care of you parents. I accept getting older and becoming an adult, but I really miss the simpler times.  What I wouldn't give to go back to kindergarden and have cookies and milk and nap time.