Gabe got his first iPod. I think he's in love.
In the carpool line this morning, he sat in the far backseat, headphones on, listening to his very own playlist. Because he has favorite songs.
Meanwhile, Margot is casually chatting about how she's not little anymore, she's a big girl, because she's four now and not three, so she's not little, she's the biggest girl, and next year she'll be five.
And on my car radio, "100 Years" was playing, which makes me emotional as it is. A song all about the passage of time.
AAHHHH! I. CAN'T. EVEN.
Guys- he was wearing headphones. And listening to his iPod. Hold me.