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This morning I had some stuff to do at Pete's school in the parent center, volunteer-y stuff, and I took Lulu along with me like I always do have. When we started doing this, Lulu was 3 months old. I just plopped her car seat carrier into her stroller and rolled her all around the school with me. People would stop and say how sweet she was and blah blah blah. It was what was normal. And she was the littlest of all the sibling children at Pete's school. Eventually (and obviously) she got bigger - too big to be restrained in a stroller. But she was always still the littlest or at least among the little ones. Today, though? Today she was the biggest little kid. The BIGGEST. You know, the oldest. She was sharing her book with another little one, who is not yet 2, and I looked down at my baby and realized that she wasn't there! There was a kid there who looked just like her, who is just as sweet and just as dramatic and just as smart as my baby, but my baby wasn't there. It felt surreal for a moment. Then my vision shifted and this, this big girl helping out, "reading" to and directing the play of the other kids, wearing underpants, this became normal.

You're probably getting tired of all the my-kids-are-growing-up posts (those of you who don't have a grandparental relationship, I mean - maybe you too), but I can't help it. See, in 2 weeks I'm going to graduate to the next demographic. When I check my age range on surveys or whatever, I won't be lumped in with the 20-somethings anymore, and I think it's making me all nostalgic and whatever. And having big kids of my own isn't helping.