I will be very mournful when Hallie replaces the darling word "rawried" with the more socially-acceptable version of "worried."
It will be a sad day when they stop sitting in cardboard boxes pretending to drive to Target.
Things will get really tough for me when Play-do loses its wonder.
When making "ga-na-na bread" (Claire) stops being as exciting as Disneyland itself, I will cry into my pillow.
When they don't ditch me at the library and run straight for the Lego table, I'll know they're getting bigger.
When my family room stops being decorated like this, I will long to impale my foot on Care Bears.
When preschool graduation turns into college graduation (there WILL be college graduation), I will lean my gray-haired head on Chris's shoulder and cry quiet tears.
When we can't get them to laugh in pictures by acting like fools falling over ourselves, we won't know what to do.
And as silly as it sounds, I am so happy that I can get so sad about these things.
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Lindie would say hangaburger for hamburger. Just recently she started using the real word and it was very said.
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