When I was a kid, my mom always threatened to put us kids in a box when she thought we were getting too big. It was suppose to keep us from growing. In continuing the tradition, I occasionally tell my own children that they are getting "too big" and I need to find a box for them. So yesterday, after we were talking about needing to find a box, Ellie went into the kitchen and began filling a ziploc bag with goldfish. I asked her what she was doing and she said, "getting food for my box." She then headed to the garage and said, "come on Mama, let's go find my box." Now I know she was just kidding, but she said it with such a serious face as if that was the most normal thing in the world. Unfortunately, we did not have a box big enough for her.

They are growing up so fast. I wish putting them in a box was the easy solution. I try to make it sound appealing, i.e. their friends can come visit in the box, we can cut out a window, etc. Katelyn was even planning her wedding in the box. Oh well, I can't help but try.
I guess my motto of the day is "Savor every minute."