Okay. So when did this....
I vividly remember the day I found out I was expecting. I vividly remember my labour and delivery.
I remember forcing her to participate in tummy time, and I remember taking her to "Baby Time" playgroup for the first time when she was just 4 weeks old. I remember sitting on my kitchen floor against the dishwasher with her, both of us crying because she refused to nurse in what would be quite a little nursing strike. I remember the first time she slept through the night, the first time she got a fever, an ear infection, and bronchitis. I remember her first tooth and her first steps.
Then, all of a sudden she was just barely two. She was reciting her alphabet and counting to ten in both English and Spanish (Thanks to Dora, not me). She loved to swim, play outside, sing and dance.
I closed my eyes for a minute, and when I opened them, she was already four. She had started JK and was playing soccer. She wasn't the baby anymore, she was the big sister. She was reading books well above her grade level. She was learning to ride a bike. She was counting to 100, finding her way around a computer and discovering Princesses.
All of a sudden, she's almost 6. She likes skirts and dresses. She has decided to grow out her bangs and FINALLY has her first loose tooth. She has been to a sleepover with Sparks without her Mama and jumps off the diving board without a lifejacket. She writes notes to boys and sends mail to her cousins. She reads chapter books and has a back room, overrun with Barbies and Littlest Pet Shop toys. She knows the names of most of the plants in our flowerbeds, and can crack an egg with the best of them. All she wants for her sixth birthday is a Nintendo DS, and she is very patiently waiting for Sept 5 to arrive.
I've been here every day, I've loved (almost) every moment....
but I still have no idea when this happened.
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