My babies

Quite randomly, Jane will come to me with outstretched arms and say, "Look Mom! I'm growing up!"

I think, "Yes. Yes you are" with a tinge of sadness.

My babies are growing up.

Being a mother is a mix of emotions. Of course I'm happy they're growing up, but can't they just stay small a little longer?

This week Alice started sleeping in a room other than my own. We moved her into what we now refer to as "the girls' room", and she slept all night long. And guess who else slept? Me. Not all night, but most of it. It was nice.

Jane is really becoming her own little lady. She has very particular preferences and isn't quiet about them. She's always been a picky eater, at one time eating almost exclusively cereal, chicken, and sticky rice. She's slowly started expanding her food repertoire. The other night, she even ate CARROTS in her soup. CARROTS! This may sound a bit ridiculous (not to mention malnutritious, if that is even a word?) but it's been a struggle, so we called this a victory! Next maybe we'll work on her obsessiveness over having her bedtime blankets completely flat (I mean completely) before she can relax. Maybe.

Jeff picked Jack up from a friend's home last night. Here's a snippet of their conversation on the way home:

Jack: Dad, don't tell anyone, but Nicholas has a girlfriend.

Jeff: Oh, really? Does he KISS her all the time?

Jack: No.

Jeff: Does he hold her hand?

Jack: No. She is his girlfriend, but he isn't her boyfriend. She doesn't know.

First graders are already experiencing the confusion of young (young, young) love? What? Seriously?

Initially it seemed WAY too young, but I could tell you the name of the boy I "liked" as a Kindergartner, so maybe it's not so bad? I turned out OK, right?

It's a new thing to have my children experiencing things that I actually remember experiencing as a child. Oh, the joys of motherhood!