


Yesterday at our local 2nd hand shop I bought Louise her first pair of jeans. They're "skinny" style with little back pockets that I assume are for stashing snacks or binkies or possibly a baby wallet. For a moment there, after she stole away with my cell phone (fast becoming an issue around these parts), she looked like a teeny bopper leaning back on her high school locker texting friends. A scary glimpse into the future?
But then we had a tea party and she shared her snacks with some pals and I exhaled my anxieties about her growing up too fast. And after the tea party she made a pillow out of Douglas the puppy, laid her sweet head on his squishy body, said nigh night and took a pretend nap.
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