A year is a huge percentage of your life when you count your age in single digits.
It is 9:27 a.m. as I am writing these very words. Youngest Girl Child has been asking me for the last half hour if it is time to go to preschool yet.
She dressed herself without being told and has her pink boots on (it is raining outside.) We are half way through brushing her hair and taking a break before finishing the rest of it.*
Her preschool open house isn't until 1 p.m.
She keeps asking me if we are late.
This is going to be a very long day.
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*She takes after her mother in the hair brushing department.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
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