Since this has become a yearly thing.
Four years. I'm already getting a few moments of "oh, I remember when I could hold you in one arm, and now you're all gangly limbs and running off to play My Little Pony and writing your name and shit."
Well, without the cursing, because that is just asking for an awkward talk with the preschool teacher and some headaches are best avoided.
It seems like what I feared would happen did happen - that is, I held LJ at arms-length while lured in by the quickie update appeal of Twitter. :D I don't even post much on Twitter anymore, but that's mostly because 95% of my spare brain time is spent freaking out about buying a house (!!!).
OMG two and a half weeks until we close...if everything goes to plan...and it better, because I want this house SO MUCH YOU GUYS. It is old and creaky and a spectacularly bad shade of yellow-orange and needs so much work, but it can be awesome if someone just moves in and takes care of it.
Also, please dear Jesus, deliver me from coin laundry and loud neighbors. Amen.