It Seems So Small...

The amount of food that can fit on that Cinderella spoon seems so small, but let me tell you, it is a lot.

A Cinderella-spoonful of banana oatmeals magically multiplies when it is all over my hands, Ina’s hands, my table, my floor, my shirt, etc.  

Breakfast is so fun.

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A thirty minute spin class seems so small, but 30 minutes is a lllooooonnnggg time when your heart is beating out of your chest between hills and sprints, and then oh look!  another hill!  

My legs are sufficiently sore today.

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Our little raised box garden seems so small, until it is time to pull the weeds.  

I tried to recruit Ina’s help, but she was very concerned with some dirt in one spot that she was convinced needed to be moved to a different spot.  

We were both pretty wiped when our job was through.  

[The kids likes dirt]

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Ina’s new white t-shirt seems so small, until I try to get all the dirt off of it.  I have to keep telling myself that I bought it to be a play shirt.  Play shirts get dirty.  Get over it.  

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Ina’s teeth seem so small, until a new one is pushing through her gums.  Poor baby girl is in some serious pain, but nothing that some ibuprofen won’t fix.  

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Ina seemed so small, my little baby, until one day she was running, jumping, laughing, talking, yelling, giggling, hitting(!), eating, kissing, hugging, and sleeping like a big kid.  

Hey time, would you please slow down?