A bad case of the "they grow up so fast"s

• My not yet three weeks old son is lying snugly in his four month size PJs. They are not too big. I think I gave birth to a giant.
• My two and a half year old is starting proper school tomorrow. She has a school bag and a pink box for her apple pieces. I say thank fuck for proper school at two. It's the Belgian way, with twenty to thirty or even more children in a class with one teacher, but I haven't seen any of them be traumatized by this.
  So hurray because oh my god after two full months at home the two older ones are at each other's throats constantly. I have it on good authority that all the other siblings in the country have been doing the same thing the last couple of weeks. Enough is enough.
• My six year old has proper hairs on his legs. He has also become a peace maker: he now understands our subtle bickering-in-a-polite-voice-and-complicated-words and has tried to fix things with hugs and "daddy was just joking"s. Dammit - we're going to have to grow up and bite our tongues.

I just hope there's not another, 105th, request for Mamma Mia after school tomorrow. I cry at "Slipping through my fingers" anyway, but tomorrow I would just dissolve.