Seeing them almost every minute of every day, I often find it hard to look at my own children and really gauge how big they are.
It usually hits me when I see my friends’ children. And sometimes when I remark, “They’re so big! I can’t believe how grown they are!” my one friend reminds me that my girls are, in fact, four months older than her girls.
We had a great time yesterday playing with our dear friends K and S, who are exactly one week older than A and B.
Of course seeing the four kiddos, leaping and bounding around the den, talking and interacting, it struck me how BIG K and S are. They’re not babies…they’re little kids! And I guess that means my girlies are BIG, too.
It seems like just yesterday the four of them were crawling around the den, not a word to their names.
August 18, 2011
Pardon Me While I Catch My Breath
And yesterday, they all piled on the couch and responded to Miss Jenny’s, “Everybody say ‘hooray!’” and “Everybody stick out your tongues!” while I snapped some pictures.
It was such a fun morning, but a really eye-opening one, as well.
To underscore my realization of my BIG kids, the girls and I took a quick trip to Kohl’s yesterday to buy a few long-sleeve shirts and pants. [Cooler weather eventually has to get here, right???]
I instinctively steered the stroller to the same spot where I’ve been shopping for the past three years. “Oh, aren’t these bibs the cutest?! And look at these little Halloween costumes!”
…and then it hit me. That section is for NB through 24 months.
I had to walk past all that baby cuteness to the preschool section.
2T - 4T.
Yep, my girls are BIG.
Don’t mistake me for complaining. This is The Most Amazing Age.
But pardon me while I catch my breath…and perhaps consult my chiropractor for this mean case of whiplash.