My kids are growing. I keep telling them to stop growing up, but just like I ask them to keep their rooms clean, they are not doing what I've asked. They continue to grow.
I like to hear my four and seven year olds have conversations. They can be each others worse enemy, but they can also be the best of playmates.
For years, my seven year old has been wearing the same clothes. Really, there are pictures of him when he was 4 and 5 and he is wearing the same clothes he is in today. He has grown very little. Last month, we realized his diet was mostly cereal and bread. He dislikes most everything else. There was very little protein going into his tiny body. We started buying him those Boost shakes. I noticed this week that the pants I bought him at the beginning of the school year are too short. He's actually grown! Still, I don't want him to grow up.
My twelve year old has reached my height. He wasn't allowed to get taller than me!
I'm glad they aren't little anymore, though. I like this age we are in now. My oldest is a teen, but he can't drive yet. My youngest isn't in school yet, but she's not a diaper-wearing toddler. The others are nicely in between. It's fun. They are great. I'm glad they are growing.