No, not the show. No, not my own. My girls are giving me growing pains. They're growing. How? Why? Something very strange is going on in our house now. Both girls are going through some big developmental changes.
My oldest is writing ~ all the time. Notes to her friends, her sister, books, labels, words, names . . . she seems to be permanently fixed at the dining room table with paper and her favorite pink pen asking me how to spell something. I taught her how to play War. I am playing real card games with my child. How is this possible? My 4 1/2 year old who fell out of her new twin bed last night. Her big girl bed. I told her, "This bed will last a long time, you'll even be able to have it when you're a teenager." She responded, "Can I put it in my coffin so it will be more comfortable when I die?" My thoughtful, curious, sweet little daughter.
My 2 year old is talking. She's been taking her time (for quite a while now) and this week she decided to let it all out. She gets it now. She tells me things now. She runs into the living room after bath and announces NAKED now. My 2 year old. So charming, so affectionate, so naughty. I just want to eat her up.
Yeah, we're moving to Europe in a month or so. Yeah, we're renting our house, selling our car, leaving our cat. That's nothing compared to the change I feel as I watch my babies turn into kids.