Felicia
The time between one and one-and-a-half years old was loud, messy, and full of love.
My six toddlers had turned my condo into a battlefield of tiny feet and endless energy. They were running now — not just walking, but running. And when they shifted, it was completely uncontrollable.
One afternoon I was trying to make lunch when I heard loud giggling from the living room. I walked in to find all six of them in wolf pup form, chasing each other around the furniture. Kai was leading the pack, Kade was pouncing on everything, and the girls were tumbling over each other in fluffy balls.
“No, no, no!” I laughed, trying to catch them. “You can’t all shift at once! Come back, my loves!”
Kian shifted back suddenly and ran naked across the room laughing. Kira followed, her little wolf
