Showing posts with label daughters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughters. Show all posts
1.26.2011
Apparently, I'm old...
Me: Wow, Meg Ryan is 49. She was just on When Harry Met Sally.
Burrdygirl: 49? She's almost fifty! She's old.
Me: What?? I'm only four years younger than her.
Burrdygirl: Well, then you've entered the realm of old.
1.18.2011
True, Blue
There is an episode of Nickelodean's Blue's Room where Blue asks, "My juice is blue, what color is your juice?" For some reason this line has always stuck in my mind as the epitome of innocence. The simple discussion of juice, shared between friends. Okay, to me, it was also an indicator that my children were still young. As long as Blue was in our house, as long as songs of juice and sharing and clues swirled from the television, I could still revel in all things toddler; pretend they weren't growing up as fast as they were.
Labels:
blast from the past,
daughters,
growing up
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