B's birthday was on Sunday. She is now eight years old. This is really crazy to me, because when I met Kathy, B was in preschool. That year, she bossily told Kathy that she was going the wrong way to her preschool. Even though she was only 4 and had no idea how to get to her preschool. For her eighth birthday, we got her a black and white hamster. She said she would have named it Bob if it was a boy, but when we told her it was a girl, she decided to name it Cutie. So we have a hamster named Cutie. I would post a picture, but Cutie lives next to B's bed, and it's after bedtime so I can't just go snapping pictures.
I know everyone with kids is always all "blah blah blah they grow up so fast, etc." But it is actually true, they do. When I met C, he was in diapers and ate out of a bottle (only once a day, but still). Now he can read short words, and write sentences like "I lik my but. I wat to tak my butl." ("I like my beetle. I want to take my beetle.") And don't even get me started on A, who is graduating from 5th grade next week, and will then (1) have a cell phone, (2) be able to stay home alone for short periods, and (3) be a middle-schooler, and, therefore, insufferable. Also, she is nearly as tall as I am and has a size 7 foot.
So anyway. It really is shocking, but they grow up so fast. Blah blah blah, etc.
Update: Some pictures of Cutie, since I know you were dying to see them. Awwwww.