Thursday, March 3, 2011
like weeds i tell you
i loved four year old voices, all squeaky and excited about everything!
i loved blond, blond, super blond hair that more than once lead someone to the question of their paternity.
or maternity for that matter. good times.
i miss my four year old lovies.
that also means i am that much closer to stealing their clothes
and they are that much closer to getting themselves ready for school,
not to mention sleeping through the night
and edging ever so close to being able to go out on a date without a sitter.
bright side ladies and gentlemen...
always focus on the bright side.