I’m once again linking up to my friend Jana’s blog. Our task? Set a timer and write for five minutes without editing or censoring. Our topic? I don’t understand…
I don’t understand how I have two little boys all of a sudden. I mean, I know how I got kids. It’s a timeless tale of doctors and stirrups and no shame. But what I mean is that I don’t understand how my babies are now big kids.
This weekend they started T-ball. My sons can now hold a bat. In fact, they own bats and regulation t-balls. We spent the whole afternoon after practice getting geared up. Thank God they didn’t have to buy cups.
These boys also have super hero sheets and a real Star Wars love. They can roam the playground with me at a greater distance. I still hover, but it’s with less anxiety and stress.
Friday night we had dinner with our group of friends and their kids. We set the kids at one table, and we grown-ups took the other. We are finally getting to the point where the kids can play, and we can actually have a conversation or play cards with few interruptions.
But still, I don’t really understand how this happened. It boggles the mind.
Talking Is My Primary Function 
I agree. I just had dinner with my 19yo son home from school on Spring Break and his visiting girl friend. We were laughing over goofy pictures of him as a 6 year old. No idea where the years went.
I can’t even imagine these guys at 19. I do know I’ll embarrass them in front of any girlfriends.
Yea! Adult conversation again!!! 🙂
And adult beverages! Seriously. Soon.
The kindergarten registration is what did me in. She aged overnight. When I put her hair up in a bun for dance class, she looks like she is 8, not 5.
Oh God. We register for kindergarten soon. I will need a therapy session after. Which means you’ll need to sing me some show tunes.
Do you have my cell number? I will be ready to sing show tunes. Put me on speed dial.
I don’t! DM it to me! So fun!!!!