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Mama's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up

I think there are defining moments when you know your children are growing up far too quickly before your eyes. We have gone through two of those experiences in the last 24 hours.

Today the girl and I went to the best store on the planet to get some shoes and undies for the boy. He was being rambunctious so I took the screecher. Who the heck prices kids shoes? Can you take your head out of your butt please and realize that kids outgrow their shoes in no time? Thanks, much appreciated. I was not going to shell out $22 for shoes. I found Optimus Prime ones for $13 and prayed the boy would like them. (He did, then he didn't but now he does.) We moved on to the undies and again, I wasn't going to pay $6 for 2 pairs of character undies for him. No thanks. I broke down and got regular underwear for my boy. Regular solid color briefs that match his daddy's undies. Please don't tell the husband that I called his manly underwear undies. The boy's undies that is. There was that moment where I almost cried. My boy, my first born. Wearing regular underwear. Gah.

Yesterday however. Yesterday was huge. Yesterday my precious little boy showed me his bottom tooth. His wiggly jiggly loose bottom tooth. His tooth that could fall out at any moment. He is so excited.

I just want my baby boy back.
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Steph said…
OMG He is loosing his first tooth!?!?!? WTH! Stop growing children, all of you, just stop! LOL to my brother's undies. hahahaha
11:26 AM
Mandy said…
hahahaha i can't imagine crying over solid undies vs. solid ones... but then again i dont have kids yet... so i'll let you know my thoughts on that in a few years.
8:17 PM
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