- Last updated 3/14/13 by mamazee

At 2:00 a.m. last night Etani, my 6-year-old son, opened the door to our room. “I peed in my bed,” he said. Bleary-eyed, I changed his sheets and tucked him in again. He went right back to sleep. I lay in bed thinking how short a time it is when our children are small. My oldest daughter’s feet have grown so much that soon we’ll wear the same shoe size. My second daughter now has a key to the garage and a $2/week allowance. Even Etani’s baby sister Leone, who’s only five months and two days old, looks like a sumo wrestler next to the newborn I... read more


