Where did four and a half years go?
Not to mention 53 days (Or 1,272 hours. Or 76,320 minutes)
Today was the end.
Or the beginning...
Tuesday, 20 August 2013
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I know. I'm sorry. I hate these word recognition, are you a robot, guff things too, but having just got rid of a large number of ungrammatical and poorly spelt adverts for all sorts of things I don't want, and especially don't want on my blog, I'm hoping that this will mean that only lovely people, of the actually a person variety, will comment.
So please do. Comments are great...
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Not the end, only another beginning...
ReplyDeleteI know! What am I going to do with myself with only one child?!
DeleteWhere does it go? My second will be starting in a couple weeks. Who do we talk to about getting time to slow down? Even just a little...
ReplyDeleteApparently it's all to do with the fact that you have fewer new experiences as you get older...
DeleteBut I've had more new experiences in the last six years than I did in my own childhood. Four times as many... So why's it going four times as fast?
Hold on tight. It only gets faster.
ReplyDeleteDon't...
DeleteIt's a beginning for sure, and just because they aren't at home don't expect to be less busy lol.
ReplyDeleteBut I am less busy! See? I'm blogging!
DeleteThe time which has passed quickest in my son's life has been, for me, secondary school. I remember lots about his early school days but these last few have rattled by. But every age has been a real joy - try and savour each moment.
ReplyDeleteFantastic!
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteI really feel this with M - because I'm so conscious of how time has vanished with the older three I spend my days looking at him and wanting to bottle each individual stage.
ReplyDeleteNow I'm making myself nostalgic in advance.
Is there a word for that? There should be.
And that was to Trish - blogger's doing funny things, as usual.
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