Without young kids the months just sort of disappeared without anything to mark them. Now I feel the passing of each month deeply. The changes happening faster than I can do anything to stop them.
We joke with Ouest all the time that we don’t want her to get any bigger, that we want her to stay our little girl. And she comes firing right back with, “No, me big girl. I want to be a big girl.” And I remember childhood the same way—as kids we just want to be bigger, more grown up, with every passing day.
Lowe has grown this month into a funny little boy. He has these sideways mischievous looks that he gives now when he is doing something he knows full well we don’t approve of. Of course when he gives us this look we instantly crack up and ruin any chance we might have had of stopping him.