Must be the post-baby hormones!
But I was reading the kids new Shel Silverstein book (Everything on it--published after his death) and just bawled at this poem! Especially having a new tiny baby that so much resembles my oldest who just turned 8 last week.
Sniff, sniff! I just thought I'd share! The font is weird...i put it up on my facebook and then just copied it here.
Those scratchy marks there on the wall,
they show how short I used to be.
They rise until they get this tall,
and Mama keeps reminding me
The way my dad would take his pen
and as I stood there, stiff and straight,
He'd put a ruler on my head and write the date.
She says that it's my history,
But I don't understand at all
Just why she cries each time she sees
Those scratchy marks there on the wall.