Bonsai

Quinn had her first taste of solid food today. A taste of mushed strawberry. Her eyes widened with excitement as she swallowed the puree; meanwhile a massive wave of sadness came over me as I watched my littlest achieve yet another milestone. My baby. My babies. They're growing up so quickly. 

I know it's important to live in the moment and savor the fact that my girls still want and need me, but my crazy mind can't help but fast forward to the future to the day they no longer think it's cool to hang with their mama. Oh, the heartbreak...

I must find a way to bonsai my children.

Pictured: My little sous chef Olive taste-testing the chocolate cake she helped bake and decorate for her old man.

Performance Anxiety

With only 2 days to go til her eta, I think the womb raider is experiencing performance anxiety.

Growing Pains

Went in for a check-up with the doc yesterday afternoon, and it's starting to look like our baby girl may be arriving later than her ETA of Christmas Day. With each day that she chooses to delay her appearance, her cranium's just getting bigger and bigger! Dammit. She's probably gleefully polishing her massive head this very moment. You know. The head I have to squeeze out of my little bits? Am starting to feel anxious. Perhaps it's time to start reasoning with her. Extra presents if she arrives early or on-time. Lump of coal if she arrives late?