My oldest son is now taller than I am. It seems like it's all sort of a blur. I was on bedrest one day and then I hollered at Charlie and said, "I think I just peed my pants!", next thing I know, there's this big kid with a deep voice hangin' out in my pantry chanting "I'm starving! I'm starving! I'm starving!".
Monday, April 27, 2009
Note to Self
It happened this weekend....
My oldest son is now taller than I am. It seems like it's all sort of a blur. I was on bedrest one day and then I hollered at Charlie and said, "I think I just peed my pants!", next thing I know, there's this big kid with a deep voice hangin' out in my pantry chanting "I'm starving! I'm starving! I'm starving!".
My oldest son is now taller than I am. It seems like it's all sort of a blur. I was on bedrest one day and then I hollered at Charlie and said, "I think I just peed my pants!", next thing I know, there's this big kid with a deep voice hangin' out in my pantry chanting "I'm starving! I'm starving! I'm starving!".
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I know how you feel. Erica - who is 11 years and 2 months - is taller than me! I realize I'm only 5'2", but she's only 11!!!! Of course I want her to keep growing so she never has to feel the pain of having everything altered! That or she better learn to sew since I never learned.
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