Tommorow, Wrenn has school pictures. What?? When the heck did she get old enough for this? Maybe it's the hormones (what isn't these days?) but this has the very real potential to make me cry. And not a pretty little tearing up. I'm talking full on, red-faced bawling. I just can't believe she's that big. They'll be a class picture -sniff- with the teacher and everything. She'll be smiling, and cute, and way too grown.

And she's not the only one. Poor Eli has been simply smothered in mommie-love the past few weeks, because I looked at him and realized, he's not going to be my baby anymore! With a new one on the way, his days are numbered as "the baby". It makes me sad. It happened too fast!

Hormones. Definitely the culprit here.

I need something chocolate. Like now.