Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Something happened when the girls turned three. It's like we've entered some kind of warp-speed for aging. They're looking and acting older by the minute, and all the physical remnants of babyhood are disappearing from our house too. The safety gates are gathering dust in the garage, those maddening locks are off the kitchen cupboards, the diapers and changing pads have been tossed out, and I can't remember the last time I got the stroller out of the back of the van. It's great and exciting, really it is, but it's sad too. Our girls are growing up so fast, there isn't an ounce of baby left. This week for the first time, instead of yelling for TubaDad and I when they woke up, they yelled for each other across the hallway. Ree: RoRo! Ro: ReeReeeeeeeeeeee! Ree: I in my room Ro! Ro: (Stomp stomp stomp, slam as she ripped opened her door, stomp stomp stomp as she ran across the hall, slam as she threw open Ree's door) Ree: Oh! Both: (giggle, giggle) Then they ran to our room and jumped in bed with us for our morning cuddle. Whew, at least our big girls still need us for that. And milkshakes -- they still need us for those too: Ree left (making a scrunchie face) and Ro right. Here are two more quick pics. A "before" pic taken around 7pm tonight, and an "after" shot taken a few minutes ago. Notice anything different? Sigh... It looks a little empty now, doesn't it? I listed the high chairs on Craigslist and got a response minutes later. I did have one tiny little second of remorse before hitting "publish" on the listing though. I actually called TubaDad and panicked him by asking if we were 100% certain there would be no more babies in our house. (He was certain. Ok, so am I, well maybe not 100%, more like 98%.). Tomorrow I'll list the babygates, jogging stroller, and cribs for sale. Yikes. PS: Note to self -- after looking at the pictures, now realize that the white dish drainer looks like crap. Must get a nice one that fits inside the sink.