Is it just me or is this child seriously looking more grown up? This is the question I keep asking Doug every other day when I look at Delaney. I feel like overnight she's morphed into this mini-teenagerish kind of girl who's chewing gum, listening to Lady Gaga, painting her nails & toenails blue, monopolizing my I-pod touch to play her games, and threatening her sister with timeout for not listening. As much I love this girl, I'm already starting to dread her teenage years. Because if this is a taste of what's to come, I'm very afraid.