Around the Horn

I should learn by now that saying stuff like this is bad karma. I do it anyway. BUT...it's been four nights. The three-year-old has stopped asking about her pacifier at bedtime. She has, however, wet her bed twice. It's one step up two steps back. Growing up is HARD man. It's hard.

How did this happen? What happened to those sweet little furry-headed babies I used to have? I'm beginning to think the sassy was more for me than it was for her. But...we're almost there. Somehow, past all the diaper changes, nipple rejection (my son liked the nuk three-holers, my daughter liked the standard cross-cut), Ferber-izing (huge fan, BTW!) pull-ups, obscenely expensive jars of baby food (can't say as I miss apple-chicken purree), disgusting formula, we've made it out of babyhood and toddlerhood into bona fide kid-dom. Wow! I mean--really--wow!

It's a blur, but I turned them into actual humans somehow (they're still of the beastly variety...but they're human). I should wax more philosophical on this, I'm sure. I can't though, somebody's singing the Mom-wipe-my-butt song.

Gotta go!

Robin