I am on the way downstairs to pull out the girls chalkboard easel so I can begin writing 1,000 times 'I will not get a puppy' Except I don't think the easel is big enough to handle that.
I probably won't get a puppy yet. Suffice to say I am feeling the beginnings of being traumatized by kindergarten.
I am becoming very aware of little girls. I see them, size up their age- and think, "she's younger than H. Oh look, shes younger than H, too. I remember when H was that old..." and so on.
The summer is slamming shut. Fall and back to school are flinging open. Its here. Almost.
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Oh, I know, I know, I know. I'm in the same boat. I'm seeing tiny babies and struggling to remember what it was like when my girls were that small. It panics me that I can't remember. Not that I want another baby... but oh man. This time has gone so, so fast.
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