Little d turned eight

and we had to cancel her party.

Sigh.  The good news is that all the kids are healthy!  I however, not so much.

Here I am again holed up in the bedroom.  This time with what I assume was a stomach virus.  I started feeling crappy Thursday evening, and ran 102.8 on Friday.  I thought it would be over quickly, but today is Monday and even though I am able to eat, I still feel yucky sometimes and run fever off and on.

Saturday was supposed to be Little d's Monster High party.  Cancelled of course.  Boo and Hiss.

Little d is just flourishing.  I can't believe that she's doing so well with the start of school.  She now gets dropped off in the drop off lane, I don't walk her to the door of her class.  She isn't sad about missing me.  She loves her teacher and she has one of her two best friends in her class.  The other second grade is right next door with a connecting room, so they interact a lot and she gets to see her other very best friend during the day.  I am just thrilled with it.  I can't believe that she's already eight.

They say time flies and before you know it they will be all grown up, but it's not something you can grasp until it happens to you.  She's just getting so big.  So tall.  Long hair.  Sweet smiles, shy looks.  I want to just stop time...for all of them.  I want to preserve her innocence.  I know that right around the corner is the part where she learns about the birds and the bees.  She'll learn about bad people on the world and corruption and all the junk that will take over her thoughts of fairies and Santa and the latest tunes on Radio Disney.  And I wish I could just stop time now so she stays right here.

Okay I do look forward to the conversations we'll have when she's an adult.  But I'd totally be okay with freezing time right now.

Uhg.  I hate being holed up in the bedroom.  At least I think I'm on the end of this thing.

On another note I think my husband paid me a compliment about how well organized I keep things.  I think.  Something about missing me and not feeling like he could do everything.  I'll pretend it was a well thought out compliment to my domestic awesomeness.

On an even other note.  My mom is the true domestic awesome.  Without her, truly this house would fall apart. And me too.