Thursday, July 22, 2010
X marks the spot
How vastly different things are a mere 365 days later. I have my little man X and Cate talks in full sentences (albeit she still refers to herself in the third person); we're in our THIRD flat in London, (the romance has been beaten out of me by the land of the romantics: Byron, Austen, Shakespeare, etc. Heavy sigh. I'll get it back....)
I don't know why I felt so proud and wistful yesterday when I noticed a tiny tooth staring up at me from his little gummy smile. I called Cate over to look and she proudly showed off her full mouth of perfect, precious teeth.
'Cate count X's teeth,' she said then pointed at his mouth. 'One!' She howled with laughter.
My babies are growing up! Wonder if I ever will.