Pocket-Treasures and Popcicles

The dreaded day has finally come: Our kids have figured out that the big ol' white van that obnoxiously putters through our neighborhood is not JUST the "Music Truck".































Keith asked, "Who wants to wear the princess pajamas to bed?", expecting S to answer. But notice how geeked Z is about his pretty, pink outfit.




















Two years ago, our kids could hardly breathe on their own. This week, they were swimming "by themselves".

My "babies" are big kids now.

















More evidence to their maturity? Big kids store stuff in their pockets. Now those big kids are mine. This is the first pocket-treasure I have found so far. A one-inch and somewhat adorable iguana.