It seems like my kids just won’t stop growing up. Brutus is walking finally. Boo is [sort-of, almost, will it ever really happen?] potty trained. He is finessing his fine motor skills by throwing applesauce at the chandelier. She has perfected the indignant eye-roll of a fifteen year old.
It seems like only yesterday, she was a pony-tailed 3 year old playing with dolls and now . . .
Now she appears to be a scholarly college student heading off to take a final.
She looks so grown-up in her new glasses (she’s apparently the unlucky recipient of her dad’s bad vision genes.) Luckily, not many people can pull off bright pink frames with rhinestones, but she looks adorable!
Hopefully no one calls her four-eyes.