This week the unthinkable happened. My oldest daughter became a . . . teenager! How could that be?? Wasn't it just a few weeks ago that I lay in bed wondering how she had grown old enough to be a kindergartener?

Isn't she beautiful, though? She's kind, too, and confident and smart and athletic and talented. She's much better than I ever could have dreamed her to be -- even from the moment I first fell in love with her when they placed her in my arms. So, even though she is "old" now, I can't complain. It's been a lovely thirteen years. Happy Birthday, Savannah!
Here is the chubby, little imp who is reminding me that I get to start all over with her:

She eats solid foods now, of course, so we had to do the "messy baby-food picture." You will notice how she has two spoons of her own in her hands. That's because after she stole my first spoon, I got a second, and then she stole that, too. So, yes, it's a three-spoon job. She sure is happy, though! Also, she has stopped doing the cute baby-consonant sounds and has moved on to monster noises. We can hardly have a conversation at the dinner table because of all Beth's hollering! I just watched her roll from her back to her stomach. Just now! Oooh, mobility is not too far away!
I hope you all noticed my poll in the top corner of my blog. Please take a moment to cast your vote. I have always thought that when my hair started to go grey, I would just leave it. Unfortunately, I didn't count on the reaction my children would have. My three oldest, all at different times, have looked at me with these big mournful eyes and asked, "Mom, are you getting OLD?" I guess they think that if I have grey hair then I am going to kick the bucket any day. They have been laying in bed imagining themselves as orphans. Poor dears. Still, maybe this is an important lesson for them to learn -- haircolor has nothing to do with how hale and hearty a person may or may not be! AND, growing old is not something to be afraid of. What do you think? Here's your chance to have a say!
Have a great week!
1 comment:
That first child becoming a teenager is an eye opener! I think you still look 25, however I did vote for highlights. I got the realization that I was middle aged when I was working with the Laurels in our ward a couple of years ago and Dave told me that I was twice their age. I didn't believe it until I did the math! I think I will always think of us as young!
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