Three. My "baby" is three. BB starts kindergarten this Autumn. I have become an unlikely expert on superheroes and dinosaurs. I am almost constantly delighted and worried. What are they going to learn now? How will it go? Will school be exciting, scary, both? (I know the answer for me, I wonder about BB...) When I step back from the constant cacophony I am startled by these little... people. And by how much they have changed me. Mostly for the better, I think, but I was never this scared of all the evil in the world before. Now I have an almost constant low-grade anxiety for the pieces of my heart which careen off the walls around me. I want them to be strong and fearless, so I have to show them that.
On the lighter side, we are pretty much done with diapers, with the exception of nighttime ~ Hooah! Soon our house will be filled with people who can dress, toilet, and brush their teeth without assistance. I am already imaging what I will do with all my free time... :-)
