Wednesday, June 25, 2008
My two girls
They are close in age. I always was told by the opinionated older women in relief society that they would be best friends since this is the case. But they can’t stand each other. They only get along for minutes out of a month and the rest is large clumps of hair strewn all about the house, bitting, hitting and constant screams, crying and whining. I have been going out in the odd part of our back yard and I dig a little more each day. Its my grave. I know soon I will willingly climb right in. I can’t imagine them as teenagers. They will be the same clothing size yet refuse to share a thing. Will ride separately to school and steal each others friends. Fun fun. They are very different.