This week, we managed to get some good videos of the kids. So... without further ado...
With this one, you can hear both the dishwasher AND the oven timer beep. This was truly a "they are acting so cute, we should get the camera!" moment right before dinner....
This one was taken right after I got off the treadmill (hence really bad hair) and we were getting ready for bed. We're singing a song I made up while driving one day when Emma was screaming hysterically from the car seat. i just sang it over and over and over again to drown out the howling. Luke liked it and now its "our" song for Emma...
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
My hubby and his book deal!
Most of you know that Phil's second book, "Secrets of a Stingy Scoundrel" is coming out September 1st. It is pre-orderable through Amazon.com and today, Publisher's Weekly ran a little blurb on it! Scroll down to see his name! Yeah, Phil!!!!!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Race for the Cure
Today, my mom, mother-in-law, and daughter dressed up in pink and headed down to Reid Park for the 11th Annual Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. I had never done this before, but I was excited to captain a team for Meetup Moms. We were the "Hakuna MaTATAs" and my friends Lisa, Angela, and Cathy (along with hubbies and kids) came along, too. Other than the traffic jam pulling into El Con Mall for parking, I was very impressed with how well the event was organized and staffed. There were over ten thousand participants expected and police officers were directing traffic and pointing people where to park, like at SPring training games. This was GREAT, because we didn't have to circle around looking for spots, we just followed the signs and parked where they told us. City buses were used as shuttles to move people from the parking lot to the staging area, saving us two miles of walking! We were all running late getting to the start line, but thanks to cell phones, we were able to meet up quickly and easily. A team picture was taken, and then off we went!
There were so many people walking, that we were moving at a snails pace for about half the walk. We had fun pointing out funny Team names and creative T-Shirts. My personal favorite was the group wearing "Tanks for the Mammaries" tank tops. Survivors wore special pink race bibs and many people had "In Celebration of..." and "In Memory of..." bibs pinned to their shirts, telling us who they were racing for and reminding us of how many people have suffered from breast cancer. It is truly scary if you think about it. But it was also great to see how clever and funny some groups were. Take THAT cancer! Some groups had signs and props, and we even saw another group wearing "Hakuna Matata" shirts-- I guess I'm not the punny genius I thought I was! Or at least not the only one! :)
It was impossible to keep the group together once the walk started, but that was okay. I had a great time walking with my moms! The weather was great, and Emma literally slept through the entire walk. We joked she "Slept Through The Cure!" and kept thanking her for making the event so enjoyable (as opposed to stressful had she been fussy).
We finished the walk in an impressive (or embarrassing) one hour and 27 minutes. If we had started on time and those darned Native American dancers (in full headdress complete with drummers) hadn't been holding us up, we would have finished soooo much faster. :) But hey, whatcha gonna do? We weren't being officially timed, so what did it matter, other than it is actually harder to walk really really slow than it is to walk fast! (Who knew?) We headed to the booths and scored some free yogurt from the Yoplait tent and scarves from the Ford tent. The Eegee line was too long, so we parked it under a shady tree and rested and ate a granola bar. Walking 2 miles an hour can really take it out of you! ;)
Overall, we had a great time, and I am already looking forward to doing this again next year. It was very empowering to be a part of something so big, and to feel like you are making a difference, even if it is just by walking in a big circle! :)
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Happy Easter!
This week, we celebrated Easter Villarreal style! We started by coloring some Easter Coloring Pages and mailing them to the family. Luke has been into coloring lately, and frankly, it gave him something to do while I am (constantly) feeding Emma. He got excited when I said he was coloring pictures for specific people. :) On Wednesday, we went to the 2nd Annual Egg Hunt with Meetup Moms. Every kid was to bring a dozen filled plastic eggs, and you would leave with as many as you brought. To give you an idea of how many eggs we spread on the field... there were over 43 moms there! Some with multiple kids! It was so much fun to see all the kids running around on the soccer field picking up the eggs and then sitting down to see what goodies they had found! We finished up the week with a trip to Pump It Up Party (the inflatable playground) on Good Friday. Emma slept through the whole thing and I jumped and jumped and jumped with Luke!
This weekend, we embarked on a two city, two family, whirlwind Easter Tour! And we're only on moderate sugar highs! It all began yesterday morning when we packed up the Subaru with what looked like enough supplies for a weeklong excursion (actual trip length: 30 hours). We headed up I-10 to Glendale and visited with Nana and Poppa. The Hennessy's also came over and we enjoyed a relaxing ham and potato salad lunch. Well... maybe relaxing isn't the right word. Luke kept alternating between wanting to sit in the booster seat and wander around the house-- all with dinner rolls in each hand. Emma wanted to be held and bounced... just not in the dining room. Where everyone was. So Phil had to keep walking her around the house to keep her from crying and didn't get to eat with everyone. Argh. I'm pretty sure while we were the picture of chaos, Shelby sat like a little angel in her seat and quietly ate every bite of her dinner with perfect table manners. I think.
Anyways, after lunch, or was it before?-- its all a blur now, Angie and I "hid" plastic Easter eggs in such clever places as window sills and the middle of the living room floor... they are toddlers. We had fun helping Luke and Shelby find the eggs and put them in their baskets. This might be the last year I can get away with filling them with Goldfish crackers and trail mix. I plan to keep it a secret that most people fill the eggs with chocolate and jelly beans for as long as possible. Luke on a sugar rush is NOT a pretty sight and let's be realistic: we have no money. We wouldn't be able to afford to fill the cavities that would arise from munching on Easter cany, therefore dooming him to a life as "That Kid Without Teeth." And that's just cruel. Hence, the Goldfish.
Shelby and Luke played so well together. They really interact with each other now and have little conversations! Its fun to watch and makes me excited to see them grow up together. I, as usual, was really stressed out. I worry so much about the kids melting down or Phil not having a good time that I forget to have a good time. It took me a long time to relax and just enjoy the time, but eventually I did... :P I'll keep working on that.
We were a little worried about staying over at my parents house with both kids. Usually, Luke would sleep in the playroom in the pack and play and we would sleep in the guest room. Now that Emma would need the pack and play, Luke slept in the playroom on an air mattress on the floor. The only incident all night was when Luke rolled off the mattress, fell the 4 inches to the floor, scared himself, and began crying. We put him back on the mattress, tucked him back in, and kissed him goodnight. We didn't hear from him again until the next morning.
Easter morning, my dad made his "Egg Rick Muffins" (thanks, Mom, thats a GREAT pun!) and they were a huge hit. Phil ate two of them and Luke ate an ENTIRE Rick-Muffin. We used English Muffins, egg, cheese, and leftover ham. De-licious!!! Luke also loved his Easter basket, filled with goodies like bubbles, a magnifying glass, a small fire truck, Spider Man bandaids, and his first ever chocolate bunny! He ate it in one sitting (it was small and hollow) in quite possibly the happiest food-related expierience of his life. You are welcome, Little Man.
Between Easter parties...
I got all dolled up- curled my hair and everything, and said goodbye to nana and poppa to drive to Casa Grande for the final leg of our excursion. The Strayers were all meeting up for a potluck Easter Lunch slash badminton tournament. We never got around to the tournament, but we did eat quite the lunch! Our contribution was a broccoli and cheese casserole and a lemon cake from Costco. The casserole seemed to be a hit, which is great because I found the recipe online and had never made it before. Can you really go wrong, though, with cheese whiz, stuffing, and cream of mushroom soup? And bacon? I threw on some bacon bits because bacon makes everything better! ;) (The lemon cake was a substitution. I originally made my friend's Gooey Butter Cake, but it didn't make it past the Sniders. It was just too good, and after allowing my mom and sis to "taste test" it- they offered up the Lemon Cake (what we were supposed to have for dessert) in exchange for the Butter Cake!) We had a great time with the Strayers. Vicki and Rhiannon were meeting Emma for the first time, so I dressed her up in her new Easter dress! The boys (Gabe, Dom, and Luke) played together and wreaked all sorts of havoc, and everyone was able to catch up and enjoy each other's company.
When we got home, there were two surprises sitting on the kitchen island. Cindy had made two Easter baskets and left them for the kids to find. Luke's had a prayer book and some little toys and Emma's had a book, stuffed pink bunny, and a little outfit. Thanks, Gramma!
Overall, it was a great weekend. I really like when we get together with our families- it is always lots of fun and it makes me so happy that Luke will grow up knowing his aunts and uncles and cousins so well. Having grown up three thousand miles from my relatives gives me some perspective and I put a premium on the holidays.
This weekend, we embarked on a two city, two family, whirlwind Easter Tour! And we're only on moderate sugar highs! It all began yesterday morning when we packed up the Subaru with what looked like enough supplies for a weeklong excursion (actual trip length: 30 hours). We headed up I-10 to Glendale and visited with Nana and Poppa. The Hennessy's also came over and we enjoyed a relaxing ham and potato salad lunch. Well... maybe relaxing isn't the right word. Luke kept alternating between wanting to sit in the booster seat and wander around the house-- all with dinner rolls in each hand. Emma wanted to be held and bounced... just not in the dining room. Where everyone was. So Phil had to keep walking her around the house to keep her from crying and didn't get to eat with everyone. Argh. I'm pretty sure while we were the picture of chaos, Shelby sat like a little angel in her seat and quietly ate every bite of her dinner with perfect table manners. I think.
Anyways, after lunch, or was it before?-- its all a blur now, Angie and I "hid" plastic Easter eggs in such clever places as window sills and the middle of the living room floor... they are toddlers. We had fun helping Luke and Shelby find the eggs and put them in their baskets. This might be the last year I can get away with filling them with Goldfish crackers and trail mix. I plan to keep it a secret that most people fill the eggs with chocolate and jelly beans for as long as possible. Luke on a sugar rush is NOT a pretty sight and let's be realistic: we have no money. We wouldn't be able to afford to fill the cavities that would arise from munching on Easter cany, therefore dooming him to a life as "That Kid Without Teeth." And that's just cruel. Hence, the Goldfish.
Shelby and Luke played so well together. They really interact with each other now and have little conversations! Its fun to watch and makes me excited to see them grow up together. I, as usual, was really stressed out. I worry so much about the kids melting down or Phil not having a good time that I forget to have a good time. It took me a long time to relax and just enjoy the time, but eventually I did... :P I'll keep working on that.
We were a little worried about staying over at my parents house with both kids. Usually, Luke would sleep in the playroom in the pack and play and we would sleep in the guest room. Now that Emma would need the pack and play, Luke slept in the playroom on an air mattress on the floor. The only incident all night was when Luke rolled off the mattress, fell the 4 inches to the floor, scared himself, and began crying. We put him back on the mattress, tucked him back in, and kissed him goodnight. We didn't hear from him again until the next morning.
Easter morning, my dad made his "Egg Rick Muffins" (thanks, Mom, thats a GREAT pun!) and they were a huge hit. Phil ate two of them and Luke ate an ENTIRE Rick-Muffin. We used English Muffins, egg, cheese, and leftover ham. De-licious!!! Luke also loved his Easter basket, filled with goodies like bubbles, a magnifying glass, a small fire truck, Spider Man bandaids, and his first ever chocolate bunny! He ate it in one sitting (it was small and hollow) in quite possibly the happiest food-related expierience of his life. You are welcome, Little Man.
Between Easter parties...
I got all dolled up- curled my hair and everything, and said goodbye to nana and poppa to drive to Casa Grande for the final leg of our excursion. The Strayers were all meeting up for a potluck Easter Lunch slash badminton tournament. We never got around to the tournament, but we did eat quite the lunch! Our contribution was a broccoli and cheese casserole and a lemon cake from Costco. The casserole seemed to be a hit, which is great because I found the recipe online and had never made it before. Can you really go wrong, though, with cheese whiz, stuffing, and cream of mushroom soup? And bacon? I threw on some bacon bits because bacon makes everything better! ;) (The lemon cake was a substitution. I originally made my friend's Gooey Butter Cake, but it didn't make it past the Sniders. It was just too good, and after allowing my mom and sis to "taste test" it- they offered up the Lemon Cake (what we were supposed to have for dessert) in exchange for the Butter Cake!) We had a great time with the Strayers. Vicki and Rhiannon were meeting Emma for the first time, so I dressed her up in her new Easter dress! The boys (Gabe, Dom, and Luke) played together and wreaked all sorts of havoc, and everyone was able to catch up and enjoy each other's company.
When we got home, there were two surprises sitting on the kitchen island. Cindy had made two Easter baskets and left them for the kids to find. Luke's had a prayer book and some little toys and Emma's had a book, stuffed pink bunny, and a little outfit. Thanks, Gramma!
Overall, it was a great weekend. I really like when we get together with our families- it is always lots of fun and it makes me so happy that Luke will grow up knowing his aunts and uncles and cousins so well. Having grown up three thousand miles from my relatives gives me some perspective and I put a premium on the holidays.
Friday, April 10, 2009
Emma Jane is two months old!
I can't believe how fast the time has gone! I know everyone says that, but it is so true. It seems like those early nights camped out on the recliner in the living room, watching back to back to back episodes of the "Starter Wife," while Emma slept on my chest were YEARS ago... not just weeks ago!
In the past few weeks it has been great to see her personality emerge. She smiles often, knows her family, and is settling into somewhat of a sleep schedule. Luke cares for her a great deal- he always wants to give her a hug and kiss before he leaves her. When she cries, he tries to shove the paci in her mouth or pat her leg and say "That's okay, Emma!" I hope this affection continues on when she becomes more active and mobile.
Although she is growing, at 8 weeks old she still is wearing "newborn" sized clothes. She is still sleeping in the bassinet in our room, but we plan to move her to her room in the next month. We are waiting until after my mom comes down next weekend for the "Race for the Cure" and my birthday party-- Emma's room is also the guest room! When everything settles down, we will make the transition.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Hip Hip Hooray... Its a Gymboree Day!!!
...from hell.
Today started like any other, and I really thought that it was going to be a fun one. My plan was to take the kids to Gymboree, then to Riverfront park for some stroller walking and playing, and then to stop and bank and deposit some Meetup Moms checks into the group account. Well... we made it to Gymboree. And thats it.
First, I was hoping the Emma would sleep in her car seat through the one hour class so that I could follow Luke around and do the activities with him. She woke up as soon as we entered the building, so instead I strapped her into the baby bjorn (yeah! I was prepared!) and carried her around as I looked after Luke. She usually naps from about 9am-12pm, so she was missing some naptime, but she seemed content and I figured she could just make up for it later in the day.
As content as Emma was, Luke was a fiery ball of toddler. For whatever reason, he refused to participate in the group sing-a-longs and activities- he just wanted to play on the equipment. I'm pretty sure he tackled Keira (he always tackles Keira) and was not sharing anything. When I tried to drag him into the circle, he would start to thrash his arms and legs and scream at the top of his lungs "I don't want to!!!!!" Lovely.
About the time I get Luke to somewhat stay in the same vicinity of the group (who all are sitting with their toddlers on their laps singing along and shaking their maracas in perfect harmony), I hear a noise erupt from Emma's bottom. This is NOT a noise you want to hear in the middle of Gymboree class. I was hoping it was just gas, but it was followed by the most horrendous smell that you just could not ignore. Dammit.
So I get my friend Michelle to watch after Luke while I take Emma into the foyer to change her diaper. As I begin to remove her from the baby bjorn, I realize this is not going to be your average diaper change. Oh no. This is the Mt. Vesuvius of diaper changes. This blowout reached her shoulder blades... front AND back. It saturated numerous parts of her outfit, and even soiled part of the baby bjorn. Luckilly, I had one (only one?! I thought I had more. Whatever) diaper and just enough wipes to get the job done. While I am scraping poo off her back, a lady, with best intentions at heart I am sure, walks up and starts showing her toddler the "cute tiny baby" and asking how old she is. Um.... I'm a little busy here for stranger small talk, but whatever, I try to be polite. I tell her she is 7 weeks old as I remove poo from her feet and legs.
It gets worse. Just about then, I hear a cry. I know instantly that is MY little kid crying. Michelle, bless her heart, followed her own daughter to the other end of the playroom, and at that exact moment Luke decides to crawl into a large bin of basketballs (?) and the whole thing fell on him. He bonked his head and was crying big tears. So now I have a naked baby, and a crying toddler. Hmmmm... what to do. I call out to Michelle- who goes running to console Luke, and I reach into my bag to pull out the spare outfit when I realize there is NO SPARE OUTFIT!!! Crap.
So my only choice is to put her new diaper on, wrap her in the blanket, and put her back into the baby bjorn that has a little bit of poo stain on it. I wrap the soiled outfit in a flannel blanket i found at the bottom of my diaper bag (mental note: get rid of useless flannel blanket and buy some plastic bags) and stuff it in my bag and dump the yucky diaper into the only trash can I can find- under the desk of the Gymboree counter. I am so so so so so sorry for the poor soul who has to find that in there, but really, I had no choice.
I run back into the play area to kiss Luke's boo boo, and he is off and running. You couldn't really tell that she didn't have any clothes on, and she seemed happy as a clam (who wouldn't be after that kind of bowel movement?), but I sure wasn't going to earn any awards for Mommy of the Year this day.
Well, not five minutes later, Luke bonks his head AGAIN on the equipment. More tears. The boy needs a helmet. The group gathers for more singing and maraca shaking, but Luke, as usual, wants no part of that and throws a fit when I get him to join them. We had to have another time out in the foyer to calm down.
Now, I am not vain enough to think that anyone was really paying that much attention to what was going on with us today- after all, they were chasing their own kids around. But if they had been paying attention, they would have seen us as quite the cautionary tale. Do NOT bring a cranky toddler to Gymboree. Do NOT forget to stock up the diaper bag. Do NOT think that you can handle both a 26 month old and an almost 2 month old at a place like Gymboree!!
Thank God, by this time, the class is almost over. Bubble time, stamp time, and then we can go!!! Yeah!!! We only had one massive earth-shaking diaper blow out, 2 head injuries, and 3 time outs... in 45 minutes.
We pack up, and head home. The park- yeah right. The bank- it will still be there tomorrow. After all, Emma has no clothes (or any more diapers!) and I am about ready to stop at a drive thru liquor store for some mommy juice. I turn on the radio, and hear this song by Darius Rucker called "It won't be like this for long." Boy, it sure put things in perspective. I teared up and realized the day wasn't so bad after all.
Today started like any other, and I really thought that it was going to be a fun one. My plan was to take the kids to Gymboree, then to Riverfront park for some stroller walking and playing, and then to stop and bank and deposit some Meetup Moms checks into the group account. Well... we made it to Gymboree. And thats it.
First, I was hoping the Emma would sleep in her car seat through the one hour class so that I could follow Luke around and do the activities with him. She woke up as soon as we entered the building, so instead I strapped her into the baby bjorn (yeah! I was prepared!) and carried her around as I looked after Luke. She usually naps from about 9am-12pm, so she was missing some naptime, but she seemed content and I figured she could just make up for it later in the day.
As content as Emma was, Luke was a fiery ball of toddler. For whatever reason, he refused to participate in the group sing-a-longs and activities- he just wanted to play on the equipment. I'm pretty sure he tackled Keira (he always tackles Keira) and was not sharing anything. When I tried to drag him into the circle, he would start to thrash his arms and legs and scream at the top of his lungs "I don't want to!!!!!" Lovely.
About the time I get Luke to somewhat stay in the same vicinity of the group (who all are sitting with their toddlers on their laps singing along and shaking their maracas in perfect harmony), I hear a noise erupt from Emma's bottom. This is NOT a noise you want to hear in the middle of Gymboree class. I was hoping it was just gas, but it was followed by the most horrendous smell that you just could not ignore. Dammit.
So I get my friend Michelle to watch after Luke while I take Emma into the foyer to change her diaper. As I begin to remove her from the baby bjorn, I realize this is not going to be your average diaper change. Oh no. This is the Mt. Vesuvius of diaper changes. This blowout reached her shoulder blades... front AND back. It saturated numerous parts of her outfit, and even soiled part of the baby bjorn. Luckilly, I had one (only one?! I thought I had more. Whatever) diaper and just enough wipes to get the job done. While I am scraping poo off her back, a lady, with best intentions at heart I am sure, walks up and starts showing her toddler the "cute tiny baby" and asking how old she is. Um.... I'm a little busy here for stranger small talk, but whatever, I try to be polite. I tell her she is 7 weeks old as I remove poo from her feet and legs.
It gets worse. Just about then, I hear a cry. I know instantly that is MY little kid crying. Michelle, bless her heart, followed her own daughter to the other end of the playroom, and at that exact moment Luke decides to crawl into a large bin of basketballs (?) and the whole thing fell on him. He bonked his head and was crying big tears. So now I have a naked baby, and a crying toddler. Hmmmm... what to do. I call out to Michelle- who goes running to console Luke, and I reach into my bag to pull out the spare outfit when I realize there is NO SPARE OUTFIT!!! Crap.
So my only choice is to put her new diaper on, wrap her in the blanket, and put her back into the baby bjorn that has a little bit of poo stain on it. I wrap the soiled outfit in a flannel blanket i found at the bottom of my diaper bag (mental note: get rid of useless flannel blanket and buy some plastic bags) and stuff it in my bag and dump the yucky diaper into the only trash can I can find- under the desk of the Gymboree counter. I am so so so so so sorry for the poor soul who has to find that in there, but really, I had no choice.
I run back into the play area to kiss Luke's boo boo, and he is off and running. You couldn't really tell that she didn't have any clothes on, and she seemed happy as a clam (who wouldn't be after that kind of bowel movement?), but I sure wasn't going to earn any awards for Mommy of the Year this day.
Well, not five minutes later, Luke bonks his head AGAIN on the equipment. More tears. The boy needs a helmet. The group gathers for more singing and maraca shaking, but Luke, as usual, wants no part of that and throws a fit when I get him to join them. We had to have another time out in the foyer to calm down.
Now, I am not vain enough to think that anyone was really paying that much attention to what was going on with us today- after all, they were chasing their own kids around. But if they had been paying attention, they would have seen us as quite the cautionary tale. Do NOT bring a cranky toddler to Gymboree. Do NOT forget to stock up the diaper bag. Do NOT think that you can handle both a 26 month old and an almost 2 month old at a place like Gymboree!!
Thank God, by this time, the class is almost over. Bubble time, stamp time, and then we can go!!! Yeah!!! We only had one massive earth-shaking diaper blow out, 2 head injuries, and 3 time outs... in 45 minutes.
We pack up, and head home. The park- yeah right. The bank- it will still be there tomorrow. After all, Emma has no clothes (or any more diapers!) and I am about ready to stop at a drive thru liquor store for some mommy juice. I turn on the radio, and hear this song by Darius Rucker called "It won't be like this for long." Boy, it sure put things in perspective. I teared up and realized the day wasn't so bad after all.
He didn't have to wake up
He'd been up all nite
Lay'n there in bed listen'n
To his new born baby cry
He makes a pot of coffee
He splashes water on his face
His wife gives him a kiss and says
It gonna be OK
It wont be like this for long
One day soon we'll look back laugh'n
At the week we brought her home
This phase is gonna fly by
So baby just hold on
It won't be like this for long
Four years later bout four thirty
She's crawling in their bed
And when he drops her off at preschool
She's clinging to his leg
The teacher peels her off of him
He says what can I do
She says now don't you worry
This will only last a week or two
It wont be like this for long
One day soon we'll drop her off
And she wont even know you're gone
This phase is gonna fly by
If you can just hold on
It wont be like this for long
One day soon she'll be a teenager
And at times you'll think she hates him
Then he'll walk her down the aisle
And he'll raise her veil
But right now she up and cry'n
And the truth is that he don't mind
As he kisses her good night
And she says her prayers
He lays down there beside her
Till her eyes are finally closed
And just watch'n her it breaks his heart
Cause he already knows
It wont be like this for long
One day soon that little girl is gonna be
All grown up and gone
Yeah this phase is gonna fly by
He's try'n to hold on
It wont be like this for long
It wont be like this for long
He'd been up all nite
Lay'n there in bed listen'n
To his new born baby cry
He makes a pot of coffee
He splashes water on his face
His wife gives him a kiss and says
It gonna be OK
It wont be like this for long
One day soon we'll look back laugh'n
At the week we brought her home
This phase is gonna fly by
So baby just hold on
It won't be like this for long
Four years later bout four thirty
She's crawling in their bed
And when he drops her off at preschool
She's clinging to his leg
The teacher peels her off of him
He says what can I do
She says now don't you worry
This will only last a week or two
It wont be like this for long
One day soon we'll drop her off
And she wont even know you're gone
This phase is gonna fly by
If you can just hold on
It wont be like this for long
One day soon she'll be a teenager
And at times you'll think she hates him
Then he'll walk her down the aisle
And he'll raise her veil
But right now she up and cry'n
And the truth is that he don't mind
As he kisses her good night
And she says her prayers
He lays down there beside her
Till her eyes are finally closed
And just watch'n her it breaks his heart
Cause he already knows
It wont be like this for long
One day soon that little girl is gonna be
All grown up and gone
Yeah this phase is gonna fly by
He's try'n to hold on
It wont be like this for long
It wont be like this for long
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