Eat Like No One's Watching
October 16, 2012
It's easy to get a little melancholy around their birthdays...I spend a couple days going through photos and videos, watching them grow up in fast-forward mode, feeling alternately proud and wistful while absent-mindedly tugging the sagging, aging skin around my jawline over and up, like a fake facelift, because FOUR. He's FOUR. My baby is four.
So it's good know that some things haven't changed. Much. Yet.
Chocolate cupcakes with chocolate-chip cookies on top. Young minds, BLOWN.
And there it is.
It's like a choco-riffic autopsy.
However, he IS four years old now. So. You know.
(Aaaaaannnnndddd there's that melancholy all over again. Dang it. Somebody get me a cupcake.)