Milestones

My baby isn't a baby anymore. L made her way into her room last night early and promptly fell asleep in her undies instead of changing into a night-time-only pull-up. This morning, some 12 or 13 hours later, she awoke DRY. Could that have been the last package of diapers/pull-ups I'll ever have to buy? I am thrilled, and just a little sad. While I don't want to reset the clock with another baby, there's that little part deep down that says, "Awww, wouldn't it be nice to have just one more?" Fortunately, the other, more sensible parts immediately take that "awww, new baby" part back behind the barn and kick the living shit out of it. L is enought to keep up with, thanks!


L is my fearless little Ranger. No slide is too high or fast; no gap too wide to fling herself across. She's amazing to watch at the park. Older kids get left in the dust. She doesn't seem to realize that she's younger. L just knows she wants to get there first!

My other "baby" will start third grade in less than 2 weeks. Aaakk. Third grade. I think I learned the "F" word in third grade. (Ok. I learned the "F" word waaaaay earlier than that, if family stories are to be believed... and I do think they are accurate.) She's asking about kissing boys and worrying about being fat. She's finished all the Harry Potter books twice. We're going into our last year of Brownies. Before I know it I'll be entering the world of training bras and discussing feminine hygiene products.

But I'm still in the early stages. Family will breeze through on Monday for a visit on their way to take their youngest to her first year of college. I cannot imagine sending L off to college right now. I'll enjoy the fifteen years I've got ahead of me on that one, thanks!