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.
felt one of the little suckers kick tonight.
not a flutter.
a real kick to the gut.