I am 5'9" tall. I like that. I think that is the best height in all the land. It's not too tall. It's not too short. It's just right. :-)
Today I walked past my son Kazz, put my arms around him, gave him a big hug and noticed it...I couldn't believe it! He is my height! My baby! My 5 pound 7 ounce baby. He's not even 14 yet. It's happened...tomorrow has come.
So I took a long hard look around. My eye caught Brisan. My 9 year old. He is tall. He is to my shoulders. At that moment, Vinze came strolling through the door with the twins. 'Has it been 2 years? Have they been here that long?' I thought to myself.
The twins are playing in the back yard with the turtle, bugs, and the trampoline. They are sharing. Vinze feeds the turtle and has managed to keep the thing alive, all by himself, for 6 months now. How can they be this old?
Life is fast...so very fast.
The Mom With Brownies
2 comments:
Just found you through Heather & Dale's blog. Had to visit, because I thought I was the "mom with brownies." At least that's how the Boy Scouts think of me.
Congrats on the adoption, and I totally know how you feel. My 14 year old son just passed me up too. WAAAAAAH. Good thing I have a 4 year old who's still small enough to cuddle.
Thank you for the "Congrats" :-)
It's nice to hear from a fellow "Mom With Brownies" who can understand my plight...Growing boys.
Now let's talk about the food bill! LOL
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