Stripes

Baby Bear and I were playing faces in the mirror after bath time today. She chimes in, "Mommy, you have stripes." She was talking about the wrinkles in my forehead. Nice.

I was sitting at my in-laws chatting nicely and my mother-in-law gets up from her chair and walks over, looking closely at my head. "Are you getting gray hair?" Double nice.

We head north to visit the in-laws for Christmas, leaving behind the nice warm 60 degree weather of Texas in exchange for the 20s of Kansas, Daddy Bear says," Do you have Baby Bear's coat?" As we are crossing the Kansas border. Oops.

Guess I need to make some New Year's resolutions. No more getting older - no more stripes, gray hair or memory loss for me. No sir. Not in this upcoming new year. It is going to be a great year so hold on to your hats!