i don't know how to say this

my life is many things.

 dull is not one of them.

...

i'm concerned charlee believes me to be much older than i am.

and perhaps much older than my peers.  

(maybe it's time to toss the white granny nighty 

and get a pair of yoga pants like all the other mom's my age.  

for the record,

i hate yoga pants.  

that is unless we are talking about a goucho.

and i really do love my granny nighty).  

here are a few of the recent comments she has made:

"mmmmm.... you smell like grandma."

"how can an old woman have a two babies in her tummy?"

her: "mom, i don't want you to die"

me: "i'm not going to die! why would you even think that?"

her: "but you have grey hair!"  

eternal-youth culture plus hair die is not doing our children (or my self-confidence) any favours.

...

speaking of my beloved granny nighty...

the belly is growing.

and fast.

felt one of the little suckers kick tonight.  

not a flutter.   

a real kick to the gut.