My youngest child is almost four years old. To me, she looks like the teeniest tiniest human in all of history; but to her she feels the need to frequently remind me: "I not beebee , I big girl." She has also been ripping my heart out with the constant mnemonic: "Soon I go to…
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I once was energetic. And then I had kids. Now I observe energy and wonder how it is utilized so easily and effectively by humans that never sleep. I was also a bit more pliable. Now, I watch enviously as my six year old does the splits, {mind you she has never taken a gymnastic course…
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