- Today is my last day mothering a 2-year-old. For the rest of my life. Lucy turns 3 tomorrow. I may care for another 2-year-old from time to time, but if our plan for not populating the earth any further remains intact… I will never be the mother of a two year old again. Yes, you do detect a bit of sadness. It’s bittersweet.
- If you look here, and scroll down to fact #7… you will see I am drawn to shiny things. Lucy is just like me. I was shaving my legs to my knees (please know I am a minimalist). Lucy pointed to my spectacular shins and gloried, “Oooh, Mama! Shiny!”
- I went to the gym tonight. Oh-my-good-golly-are-you-stinkin-serious-of all-the world-good-gravy! I don’t wanna gossip. So lets just say I am relaying details. Just the facts. I saw arms on a human man the size of wine barrels.
I think I’ve only seen limbs like that in printed media. In person - it is alarming, and difficult not to look at (circus, anyone?). Ya know, the weight room is already an awkward place - mirrors everystinkin’where. You can’t not see people. Anyway. I couldn’t not look. It makes me wonder - how does a person sleep with those monsters?
Aaaaah. she’s getting to be such a big girl!
I was not sad to see the twos go away, and I’m not sure I will be sad to see the threes go, but the fours? I kind of like the fours…