Our baby is four. How can this be? On the plus side though, she is no longer a threenager. This past twelve months have been more than a little challenging. I had fooled myself that epic battles of wills over hairstyles, skirt choices and high heels would not trouble me for a good decade. How wrong I was. But amongst the crazy fashion feuds of the past year there have been oh so many wonderful times with this sweet, funny little girl. Here are just some of the things we have enjoyed/endured with her as a three year old. - she is scared of storms, bees and the bell that the home ice cream man rings (no seriously, she is terrified of the home ice cream man. Absolutely petrified!) - when she holds my hand she lovingly strokes her thumb inside my palm. It's just the loveliest. - she shrugs her little shoulders, tilts her head to one side and squishes her sweet little face into a closed eye smile that melts my heart. - she has wacky ways of pronouncing some words.
We used to be two, then we became three. Now we find ourselves with four. Hold onto your hats because this is going to be a wild ride.