So if the five people that read my blog are still with me after my dirty little secret I want to tell you that JB read that post this weekend in horror and wanted me to clarify that there are not poo piles and rotten apples littered through our house on a daily basis. He wants to share that he knows I clean up after Stonie on a regular basis because he gets an extremely angry text from me as I'm cleaning it up and he wants the record to state that he throws away brown apples on a daily basis, so they aren't technically "rotten". Whatever.
So Betsy turns 5 Friday. Five is a biggie. No more cute little concentration faces when she tries to hold up the right number of fingers. It is a whole hand. It means Kindergarten. So that being said, I've been whining about her turning five a lot. I keep saying to JB, "Can you BELIEVE she is FIVE?!"
The thing about it is, I'm going to not want to let go of ANY age, but it IS going to be okay. I pray that God blesses me with MANY more milestones so that when I'm 60 I can stay up all night trying to remember them.