Schick Chic
My daughter has started sex ed classes this week. From her explanations, they sound very different than the ones they had when I went to school. We've been talking about it alot, and she frequently critiques her instructor's teaching style. I listen and nod, but I mostly think about how much I miss conversations that either start or end with "mommy".

When she's not around, I sigh. Alot.

I let someone talk me into try some sort of anti-wrinkle cream because apparently it is never too early to start worrying about wrinkles? I tried it, and I broke out. Well, I guess it worked. Zits remind me of being a teenager. I feel younger already.

I looked up an old "diary" entry from when the kids were small, and she hadn't gone off to public school yet and was still innocent and uncorrupted.

I'm in the shower for exactly 4.5 seconds when there is another knock at the door. "Mommy, can we have cookies for breakfast?" My daughter is four years old and I have answered this question no less than 847 times. I'll have to look in her baby book, but I'm pretty sure that her first complete sentence involved cookies and breakfast.

Does it make me a bad mother if I said yes so that I could shave both of my legs at the same time? Today was supposed to be right leg day, but....

Time flies, people.

P.S. At the time of this writing, I have two smooth legs. JSYK.