Everyday this is manifest more and more. The little things: notes written with messages from my four year old ("No Moms, Stella and Tiger Only"), cooking her own omlet when she comes home for lunch break, reading books to Tiger, sewing her own doll clothes creations, the faintest wiggle of a tooth, and now... she can drive.
Yes it is true my Stella can ride a bike without training wheels.
|I am exhausted chasing after her. I think I found my new jogging partner.|
Tiger, on the other hand, has been sick. I could tell something was wrong last week when he begged to leave the park and sit in the car. This is what he looked like:
Yup, ear infection. We gave him drops all week and when they didn't work we started him on antibiotics. Today he was bouncing without a care in the world and cute as a button.