Will turns 11 and Zach blows out the birthday candles for him, stomping sacred cows. (Will was gracious about it)
You try semi-successfully to french-braid Elise's hair...
...and she schools you, instead.
(more mother-daughter pampering)
And your baaaaaby who came home from the NICU a year ago can pretty much walk all by himself now, and you're kind of sad about it.