hh <—Olivia is helpppppppppppppppppppping my type this blog post.
Every morning I check my email after breakfast. Usually the girls are done too, but not always. On mornings when I get particularly high amounts of email things like this happen:
My little teeny tiny one is going to preschool tomorrow. I can’t believe it. Some of you readers were here waiting for her to be born, and now she’s making up stories and learning her letters and wrapped up in the Little House series. Ack! I can’t believe it’s true.