Yes, it's another tiresome post detailing my disbelief that I no longer have babies.
Above you will find Ramona -- eight years ago, at age one -- when she was a fairy princess for Halloween.
This year my 9-year-old baby will trick-or-treat as Professor Trelawney, and my 15 and 18 year old babies (Eighteen! Anne-with-an-e turned eighteen last week!) will dole out excessive amounts of sugar (dressed as Gothel and Eponine ... they do still love Halloween).
Sigh.
I should start a new blog post category: "Tiresome Karen, Who Still Can't Believe Children Grow Up."
Have a blessed All Hallow's Eve!
6 comments:
I'm actually encouraged by the fact that your teens are still dressing up. Good for them!
Oh, this is just so hard sometimes.
I'm a little gobsmacked about eighteen... I guess I've been reading your blog now a couple of years.
Time. It flies, they say.
Yes, 18 doesn't sound possible to me either. Ramona was the cutest princess ever. :)
You definitely deserve extra chocolate today, Karen!
18!!! It's just not possible. Surely it was no more than 10 years ago that we were discussing her difficulties in kindergarten. I could even believe maybe 16, but 18!!! Where did the time go?
Only if I can start the same category, with my name substituted for yours. My youngest is only 5, but I feel the time slipping away, and I am bitter, I tell you, bitter. . .
ElizabethK, you can start the category, too. I'm happy to spread my tiresome ways around.
Liz, indeed! Wasn't it just a couple days ago that I asked what to do with a child who didn't want to do pre-reading worksheets and would rather read Little House?
Jama, thanks, and I took your advice on the chocolate.
Tanita, I am triply gobsmacked. And I so love the word gobsmacked. And, Jenn, you would love Ramona's Professor Trelawney. :)
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