It goes so fast...so, so, so fast. I recently took some "same shot-different year" photos of Owen and the difference was shocking to me. In the continual glow of every day I can't see him grow at all, but the strobe light of photos makes it all too real. I feel like I want to record some of what it's like to be his mom (Margie's too, she's just not that funny yet...)
On agriculture: "Mom, I've thought up a great nickname for horses. Hors. If we don't have time to say horses, we can just call them hors."
On success: "Ella said the gold medal was the best, but I think if I was the best I would get the red medal instead."
On family closeness: "When I grow up to be the king I will need a queen. Mom, you will be too old by then, so Margaret can be my queen."
