Fast
These girls are growing fast. Slow.... Fast. Slow.... Fast. Funny girls. Wild girls. Clever girls. I want to tell the world about them but grapple with the laziness (or perhaps just fatigue) of the daily grind. Fast.... Slow.... Fast.... Slow.... Like the months well-after potty training has completed successfully where moms and dads are still racing to pottys on a moments notice. It’s all incredibly benign and eventfully uneventful. (Yes. That’s a thing). Since starting a new school recently, Alana has occasional “accidents” and has seemingly regressed though is rather practical about her transgressions. Or non-committal to the idea it was her who peed in her pants. “Alana we don’t pee pee in our pants” I remind her. “Nooooooooo. It was Sophia. She took my panties and she pee pee in dem’.” Her tall tales of someone else peeing in her pants is all new. The latest unicorn and faery story she’s adopted since starting at her new Montessori last month. “Mmmmmmm”. Is all I can offe