Saturday, April 3, 2010
My baby girl turned FOUR this weekend. Does this mean that she's officially no longer my baby? At least she's still in Preschool for awhile longer...I've got some time before I need to come up with a new name for my blog. Why is it that I never considered that my children wouldn't always be in Preschool? Maybe because, in my eyes, they will always be my babies.
Milly, my favorite memory from your babyhood is how absolutely excited I would be to wake up in the middle of the night to nurse you. It was our little quiet time together, just you and me, and you'd always fall right back to sleep in my arms. I love that you adore babies and to play the Mommy. I love that you still smile when I call you silly names like "pie pie", "cookie pants", "scooter buns", "cracker jack"...yes, your Mommy is a little bit crazy. For YOU that is! (Ok, yes, your Mommy is also a really big geek. But I'm ok with it.) I love that your favorite stuffed animal is Stitch, because "he's not a doggie, he's a aylien doggie". I love that your favorite food is artichokes. I love that your favorite color is "poople". I love how you frequently and randomly tell us that you love us. I love that you'll try almost anything at least once. I love how you'll play along with all of your big sister's games. I love that you speak your mind. All the time. (ok, I don't always love that one...)
I love that you ran around at your birthday party saying "I'm four! I'm four! I can't beyeeve I'm four!". Me either baby. Me either.