I grew too much

One evening a few weeks ago, the girl met me at the door when I got home from work. She was in tears, saying, "I goo too muh! I goo too muh!"

I was still in "office mode" and was unable to switch over into "childspeak" quickly enough, so I asked my husband what in the world she was so upset about.

"She grew too much." My husband replied.

So, I turned back to the girl and asked her what was wrong. "Mommy, I'm sorry! I grew too much! My shoes don't fit anymore." *more sobbing*

This is really my fault - I keep telling the kids that they can't grow anymore. That I love them just the way they are and I don't want them to grow up. I think I've even asked them to promise me that they won't grow too quickly.

I had to explain that it was OK for her to grow and that's what she's supposed to do and that we'll just have to buy her some new shoes.

She perked up immediately. Little drama queen!!!

Inspiration?... Anyone?...

I haven't posted anything in a week and a half - I guess I've been waiting for some kind of inspiration. It hasn't caught me yet. I don't know why - I haven't moved quickly enough to get away from anything chasing me in at least a week and a half...

Anyway, the only life update I have at this point is that I actually accomplished something at work this past week, so it has inspired me to start tackling some things at home. Like trying to clean some things out of this place. Oh! And I actually cooked a couple of things during the last week. That's fairly momentous.

Stay tuned. Maybe inspiration will track me down soon.