We are raising people. Sometimes that sucks the everloving breath right from my lungs. These little beings- who came out so helpless and alien like will grow into adults. Real live adult people beings. Ones who can pour their own milk and read.
And apparently Emily is getting a jump on things, as I found this in the playroom this week:
I'm hoping that this res'o'may changes a bit in the next 20 or so years.