Time has flown...

...so that's Griffin...in my old house. I can't believe how much time has passed. The date says 2003, but it's really 2004, and my babies are still babies. Griffin is a cute little toddler at this point. That's the back ayrd of our old house. I'm still working 60 hours in daycare...nursing full time...going slightly mad (short trip, I know, Matt!).

...and now...I'm not much saner, but I'm happier for the most part. I'm working less, that's for sure. My body's forever my own now...no more babies and nursing. I'm taking strides to at least make it smaller, if not more healthy (though everything, including me, works against it at one point or another!).

...Nearly everyone asks me if I get sad that my babies are growing up. And I have to say, that, while, I do miss me some baby-chubs snuggling, I am happy to see what each new stage brings. Sure...I might not sound so happy sometimes. What parent doesn't? But I love watching my kids grow and morph into what they are. And love the tiny glimpses of the people that they'll someday be when they're old. I know, for example, that Collin will do his damndest to be a certifiable smart ass like me. He's well on his way. I'm taking the bad with the good on that one. Sometimes I have to quell the urge to strangle him with my bare hands. But the times that he makes me cry laughing certainly make the bad times take a back seat. And Griffin will likely be the one who never grows up. He's certainly my Mamma's Boy through and through. And Erin will be like most good daughters and vacillate between being my mortal enemy and my best friend. She will be a charmer to the men and quite the party girl, methinks. Who knows? But you know what? I'm going to have a kick-ass time (and perhaps hair-pulling and weeping-and-gnashing-of-teeth kind of time) finding out.