It's scary to think that I knew Chase (far right, for those of you who overlooked the obvious) since he was Reese's age.  And Chel, (middle chick and responsible party for the squirmiest, quickest little girl this side of the Mason Dixon) April and Arden were seven when I performed Britney Spears routines and dressed as Cinderella for her birthday party...look at them now. This is how fast it happens.  I am googling  "how to freeze time" as we speak.  I can't imagine it and yet I've watched them turn into teenagers over night.  

This group dropped by to hang out last night.  Reese was loving it.  Then we all headed out for a fun photo shoot and dinner.  You can refer back to my relentless posts on turning 30 if you need to be refreshed, but these princesses knew how to make Donna and I feel extra old. Picture this..we're driving to dinner and a guy in an SUV pulls up to the car.  All the girls do a quick 11 o'clock eye glance over and let out a terribly obvious squeal.  Mr. "We just boosted his confidence by a mile" looked back.  Just as Donna and I are assessing the situation at hand, one of them shouts "Ewe, he's too old, like 30 or something."  And suddenly my girls night out was shot to poop. Just do a u-turn and take me back to babies, bull mastiffs, baths, bottles and boop.  I mean poop, but I needed a b.  You get it.  Just as your feeling cool again, Mrs. Reality Check shows her ugly face.  

That's my life.

Wouldn't change a thing and I would love for Reese to turn out like any one of these chicks. Can't wait for their payback when they are Over. the. Hill. aka. 29 and 14 months.