I can't figure out if I'm romanticizing the past or just really bad at remembering things. For example, I remember LIKING SPRING . I swear we were friends. I could NOT wait for that guy to come back around again. I have all these memories of me and Spring that involve sunshine and warmth and HAPPINESS and there is this one memory of a pinata filled with candy and rainbows and for some reason there was a unicorn...and I'm not entirely sure THAT one is accurate. But of one thing I am certain - I have absolutely zero memories of being chased across the backyard by my own lawn furniture. I'm looking around at my current relationship with Spring and I can't figure out what happened.

I took my baby to the swimming pool for the first time tonight since she became actually aware of the world. (LOVE this age by the way!!) She looked at all that water like it was a controlled substance. Which, to be fair, it kind of IS at my house. My girls have overflowed our bathtub TWICE in the last 12 months in an effort to get the temperature "just right". And even when there are only 2 inches in thing to begin with, they still manage to get most of it on the bathroom floor during mermaid exercises. Mermaid exercises. That's happening at my house. I don't even.... I mean.... Mermaids. I don't even know how that happened. One minute I am raising 3 little girls that like dirt and bugs and baseball. And then without even blinking, their closets are overflowing with shoes and princess dresses and love notes they've written each other. And I'm not really sure how the next 17 years of my life are going to turn out, but at least I'll have...