He wants showers not baths.
Boxers not briefs.
He spits.
He eats a lot.
Did I mention that?
Seriously. Boy eats a lot.
He wants his blue room painted brown.
He took a silhouette of himself made at age three out of his room.
It was hanging IN HIS CLOSET.
"It's babyish."
He wears a you know what when he plays baseball.
He grows 2" a day.
He eats.
A lot.
He proudly showed me the hair that has grown on his legs.
Stop the time train.
I want off.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
No likey.
I'm rambling about growing up, my kids, ok so i cry easily
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Puberty sucks. Plain and simple.
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