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As you watch your child grow, you tick off the traditional list of achievements that everyone always asks about--when the can sit up/crawl/walk/talk--and while these are big things and yes I do remember when he did them, their are bigger things, the things that break your heart a little, things that suddenly force to realize how much your little baby has grown.
Yesterday I was at Rutherford mall and little Ezzie, now walking, refused to stay in his stroller, and so my little man walked from sears to the lotto booth in the centre of the mall.
O.M.F.G.
How has it all passed by so fast? I want another baby.
Also I would like for things to be less lame now. My left knee gave out a week ago while I was running an errand, and I went down HARD onto my right knee, ruining my skinny jeans *shakesfist*, and also tearing a huge gash across my knee, bruising my knee terribly and also, so much fun, has caused my arthritis in that knee to flare up SO BAD. I hate walking. Stairs make me want to cry a little.
And my house is out of balance. Doors are closed for various reasons (bathroom door is shut because Ezra decided to start trying to flush various items down the toilet, for example). That is never, ever good. So many fighting cats in my living room.
I wish things were back to normal. I wish my knee would stop hurting. I wish someone else would make dinner sometimes. And I wish Adibisi didn't whine so much.
I think that's about it.
Yesterday I was at Rutherford mall and little Ezzie, now walking, refused to stay in his stroller, and so my little man walked from sears to the lotto booth in the centre of the mall.
O.M.F.G.
How has it all passed by so fast? I want another baby.
Also I would like for things to be less lame now. My left knee gave out a week ago while I was running an errand, and I went down HARD onto my right knee, ruining my skinny jeans *shakesfist*, and also tearing a huge gash across my knee, bruising my knee terribly and also, so much fun, has caused my arthritis in that knee to flare up SO BAD. I hate walking. Stairs make me want to cry a little.
And my house is out of balance. Doors are closed for various reasons (bathroom door is shut because Ezra decided to start trying to flush various items down the toilet, for example). That is never, ever good. So many fighting cats in my living room.
I wish things were back to normal. I wish my knee would stop hurting. I wish someone else would make dinner sometimes. And I wish Adibisi didn't whine so much.
I think that's about it.