I try to pick her up and hold her on my lap like she's an infant. It doesn't work. She's too tall, her legs too long. Who is this kid? She can read and write, she is losing her baby teeth, she is playing soccer, she's just this giant version of the baby she used to be. She's a kid, I can no longer deny it.
When I wake up every morning and look at her, it never fails to amaze me how big she is. It must happen overnight, or when I'm looking away, or maybe even when she is at school. There's no way its already been 7 years of Alana here with me, growing up right in front of my face without me noticing. Maybe she's not really that big, maybe I'm dreaming and in reality she is actually a tiny little baby who sleeps on my chest and makes me watch stupid Little Einsteins, not a kid who takes up half of the bed and makes me watch Teen Beach Movie. That's possible right? Especially the part where Teen Beach Movie doesn't really exist and I don't have to listen to it every day? Tell me it was all a dream, no more Teen Beach Movie!!!