9 YEARS AND 9 MONTHS

Holy cow.

Somebody rein me in.

I absolutely cannot get enough of picnik.

I should get paid for sayin that so much eh?

I feel like im doing myself an injustice if I don't create a little somethin somethin on there everyday.

Kind of like if I don't watch Regis and Kelly every day, i feel a little offish.. 

Same with playing on picky.

Also.. I am devastated about the Regis departure.

I love him. I hope Andy Cohen is his replacement  I love him a bushel as well.

That paragraph went in an unexpected direction.

Lets see what we have going on here..

My little skater bug.

 Tatum Kay is wise beyond her little years.  

She is way to mature, and truly freaks me out on a daily basis.

Coming home singing nicki minaj.

(I cant believe I just wrote that.  Look people, I cant help what other kids bring on the bus)

(Unfortunately she didn't end up on Ellen for it)

AND

 Giving her opinion about Mitt Romney, and President Obama, and the war on Iraq.

Really.  

One of these days, I'm going to lose vision in one of my eyes from the things this little gal spits at me.

However, last night I overheard Tatum and her long time bestie Ryllie having this conversation.

Ryllie:

"Tatum, you would really love Millie.  She is just like us.  She's crazy, she LOVES kid history, 

AND she LOOVVVEESS noodles!"

Tatum:

"Huh.. We do like noodles quite a bit.  I guess you're right.  I probably would like her."

Haha

 That might not seem like much to you, but coming from a little girl that would rather chew off her own arm than wear something unfashionable, or be a mute than sound uneducated in conversation,

give validation to a schoolmate for liking noodles.. It was just.. just.. I don't know.

It was just refreshing.. To remember, that she is indeed a 9 year old little girl.

And that these moments are fleeting, and almost gone...

It makes my throat lumpy.

Real lumpy.

I am, however,  increasing grateful that it is being replaced by a strong bond of respect and friendship.

If I have to let go of a baby, I am so glad to gain a friend.

I know we are entering some tough years (believe me, I've had a lil peek, and it is terrifying)

But I do believe we are paving a good path.

I hope and pray that I am not being naive.  

Either way, I CANT stop time, I CANT make the days longer, and, I CANT turn back the clock.

 I CAN enjoy each day, one at a time, 

and thoroughly live in each moment.

Even if those moments include gently explaining what "whotheeffIis" is not something that we say.
Or sing.
Im gonna embrace it all RIGHT NOW.
And process it later.. MUCH later.

Now, lets see what 9 MONTHS looks like.

All I have to say here is, 

I DO NOT CALL HIM SLOTH OR MATER.

I call him perfect, 

and then I lick his face.