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**NOTE**

I just want to clarify, I'm not at ALL saying that I don't like my kids once they're not babies anymore!
Goodness sakes.
Yes, I am a self admitted baby addict. But I love my littles every single day just the same as the day before.
No wait. . .more.

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I know I've said it before.

But sheesh.

Why do they have to grow at all??

I just. . . miss them.

I miss the babyhood.

I miss the squeaky giggles, the squishy cheeks, the round tummies, and the bright eyes at everything cause it's ALL new.

The other day in the car Capri asked me how babies were made. She's asked this before, but this time she really wanted to know the WAY.

I believe in telling the truth, and just giving the facts.

But she's 5.

"Remember sweetie?" I said, "Babies are made by a mommy and daddy who come together in love."

"But Mommy, HOW do they MAKE them??"

Usually I'm not one for panic. In emergency situations I actually get calmer. I feel my "survival" mode click on.

I almost panicked.

Luckily she got distracted suddenly.

I was saved.

However, Capri does NOT forget about things. Like the "pig blanket" that my Mom is supposed to be making for her, but hasn't finished because of a yarn color problem. That's right Mom, she asked about it the other day.

Next time I might not be so lucky.

And I'll say. . .