Skinny Jeans?!

Seriously, I'm so emotional and nostalgic today. My girls are really, truly growing up. No, that doesn't mean I want another ... yet, but it does make me stop and appreciate the little "baby" things they still do/say. Do I really want them growing up? I mean, look at Evie in her skinny jeans - doesn't she look like she makes more money than I do?! Can you not imagine her with a boyfriend and a career and an apartment on the Plaza?! And Evie has started telling me,  "Mommy, trees don't talk." Of course they don't, but isn't it fun to make believe? Hello! How did you get so mature all of a sudden? I say this after a day of temper tantrums and constant calls for "Mommy," but still ... she is growing up. No doubt about it. Proof? No more binky. That's right, we packaged up all our binkies and gave them to baby Charlie. We're going on 6 days now without a binky and no one (me) has lost her mind. See, Plaza living is just around the corner ...

OK, OK, I'm being dramatic ... again! Where do my girls get it from?! So, yes, Evie is only 2 and Nora just 1 - plenty of time to be little girls, like today on the carousel at the mall (thanks rain for ruining out outdoor play date!) Notice Nora's oh-so-attractive scab on her nose. Lovely, just lovely.

Oh my girls, I love you to pieces!