December 4, 2007
If you hear gentle weeping issuing from a small farm in the mid-west, it's only me. I am mourning my baby. You see, Miss Bitsy has taken to rocking up on her hands and knees in the past 4 days. She's started lunging her little form forward at what ever toy, dog, or sibling she wants to gnaw on. I know crawling isn't far behind. This Mother isn't ready to let her last baby grow up. If she begins crawling, she'll soon be sitting unassisted. Next comes pulling up, standing without support, then toddling. Before I know it she'll refuse to kiss me when I drop her off at school. Then she'll want to shave her legs & write her thesis. I'm not ready for her to move out yet. Can I ship her off to Never Never Land (the one where Peter Pan lives...not Michael Jackson)?