My girls are growing up. It’s no surprise. The other day I took them for a check up, year 5 and year 3. Diva had two shots, a TB test and a finger prick and didn’t even flinch. She rocked it. Even the nurse said she was amazing. And there I sat wondering why on earth the simple act of brushing her hair causes her to have a nuclear meltdown. I’ll never understand.
Diva is 40% for height and weight. Miss Munchkin? 30% for weight and 20% for height. Yeah, she’s a shorty. But she packs a lot of energy in her small stature and I have to admit her muscular, chubby little legs (that she’s had since 3 months old!) are just one of the many things I love about her.
Yesterday the girls and I swam for a good hour. Just us. And yes I actually got IN the pool with them and swam and played with them like I was 10 years old again. It was the best. Diva and I dove for “tor-cheetos” (torpedos), judged one another’s hand stands, tried to guess what the other was saying under water while Munchkin used me as a halfway point trying to swim from wall to wall. I worked with her on treading water so she could come up for air. We’re getting there.
I love my little girls. I just wish they would stay little for a bit longer. Is that so much to ask?