Our little one is getting so big!

And no, I don’t mean Renée. (Although she is getting big. She's in the 75th percentile for weight and height—something I’m not used to in a baby. She also gives us a lot of adorable smiles and cute little baby sounds. She really is an amazing little thing.) No, it’s not Renée, it’s my little spider friend that has been living next to/in our fireplace for some time now. Every time I’m walking around holding one of my two babies, either early in the morning or later in the evening, I see this spider. I keep meaning to kill it, but I can never get around to it with a kid in my hands. And whenever I don’t have a kid in my hands (which is not very often—I do even now), the spider has retreated into his home, and I can’t get to him. I have now known this spider for much of its life. He was small, but not so much anymore. They grow up so fast! (I would post a picture, but like all promised pictures of our little ones, I don’t always get the free time to do it.) Sometimes this spider even builds an addition on his house, and it spreads out much farther than I would like. I take care of that when it happens, but not the spider himself. Sometimes I walk by it and think maybe I don’t care. How much longer will it live anyway? And for those of you who know me, you know that by reading that last statement, it is clear that my children have either helped me relax a little, or have completely made me nuts.