Time Flies

Sometimes it just doesn't seem possible that my baby is two. Because, you see, this kid was just two and now he's filling out college applications.

Or he might as well be.

And they're practically all grown up and preparing to leave me. Except for the small fact that The Rock Star insists that he's going to marry me and live with me forever. I keep shoving him in the direction of eligible young ladies on account of the fact that I did not name him Oedipus but he won't have any part of it.

But. Yeah. The fact that my baby is now two and my older baby is now twice that and some change is just beyond me.