Growing Up

I can't believe that I am a grown up sometimes. Being a grown-up means budgeting, grocery shopping, clipping coupons, buying cars and making car payments. It means being responsible for what you eat. It means lots of cleaning. It means making sacrifices for the ones you love. It means worrying. It means getting to watch and eat whatever you want at night, but really only wanting to get more sleep. Being a grown up means having a husband, kids, a minivan, and a mortgage. Sounds kind of lame and boring, right? Well, sometimes it feels that way too, but most of the time I look back and I am so grateful for how far I've come and for the people who got me here.

Now it's karma time. And my little ones are growing up. Today we went to Weston's 4 year old check-up. I am just so in love with this kid. He is the best. I'm sure you think your kid is the best too, but you're wrong. I loved watching Weston fearlessly do everything the nurse asked. I watched him make jokes, read a book, breathe hilariously deeply while the doc listened to his back. I constantly get comments from teachers, parents, and strangers about how well-behaved my kids are. I take some of the credit for that, but really they are just good kids. So today being a grown-up also means being extremely proud.

Weston's 4 Year Old Stats:
Height: 38 in. (15th %ile)
Weight: 34 lbs. (25th %ile)