Growing up, I guess

Gert starts kindergarten in two days, and it's really weighing on me. A couple of years ago we had bright, perky, mischievous baby human:



And now we have a kid who loves to swim in deep water, ride a two-wheeler, read books and cuddle together, and find new and creative ways of cornering the cat to administer massive doses of love:



What am I going to do? I don't want her to get on the bus, but I have to want her to get on the bus. But I don't.

She's more and more adorable every day, but every day I miss the little Gert she was before.