where did the time go?
I know that this is a huge cliche, but it's really true: Children grow up too quickly. On the way home tonight, Ally asked me "What happened to my big rock? I don't see it." She's 2. That's a pretty complicated sentence for a 2 year old, isn't it? I would have expected "where'd it go?" or maybe "where my rock?" or something similar. She's not my little baby anymore. The other day for nap, I snuggled up on the couch with her and read her umpteen stories and she fell asleep in my arms. It was so perfect. (Partly because I didn't have to fight to get her to nap, but anyway...) I realize that there aren't that many of those days left though. She's already getting too big to pick up and carry for long.

But the worst part is this - Last night, Ally called me Mom. just plain Mom. I went from being The Milk-Bringer, All-Knowing Fulfiller of Needs, and Center of the Universe, to Momma, to Mommy, to Mom. It's kinda depressing. Granted, she switched right back to Mommy this morning, but it's a little sneak preview of the future, and makes me a little sad. Pretty soon, I'm not going to be Mom anymore, I'll be that witch who won't let me _____(fill in the blank).

Of course, then I might get to eat my supper in peace...