Last night I was helping Gage into his pajamas and I had a moment of panic.
Who is this child? He is not a baby anymore.
He's solid. And coordinated. And his head isn't ridiculously disproportionate to the rest of him.
I wanted to throw him into one of those Chinese foot things and keep him small forever.
I'm not ready for him to grow up.
And then I looked at Kjel in all of her walking, bald, toothy splendour and I almost fell over dead. She will be one next month and there will be no more babies in this establishment.
Don't let them grow up, please. Who ever is in control of that whole aspect of existence, please, just do me a solid and don't let them grow up.