Someone’s growing up. Three someone’s to be exact.
Daily we ask them to stop growing but they just won’t.
Apparently the dogs are mad that they won’t stop growing as well. Either that or they’re practicing for standing guard at the Tower of London.
My mother-in-law keeps asking for another baby.
We agreed and presented this to her –
She didn’t clarify that it had to be a human baby. She wasn’t amused.
Sometimes I hold her in my lap and rock her like a baby. Then she screams “let me go! I have to go play Minecraft!” and I’m reminded that the baby days are over.
And now we have a 9 year old, half way to 18.
More gray hairs are growing right before my eyes.
