I haven't posted a picture of my baby in a while. It has been a long time since I have felt caught up with work and life. So much so that I swear time flies.
They want to pick their own clothes. They want nothing to do with the big bow (you know the one that is the size of their head?) because "princess hair is long and is always down mom", so they say as you look at that face in the mirror that has slowly changed on you.
Wait did she just call me MOM? I am not mom. I am mommy. MOMMY! I correct her before my heartburn flares. This is my baby. My LAST baby. 4 years old and still carrying her "granky" around the house with the chewed ends. The little girl that comes into my room humming her song that her daddy made up for her
"she's my pretty little Mimi....
My pretty little baby
My pretty little Mimi girl....."
and curls her little body into mine and falls back to sleep for 30 more precious minutes of sleep..
I don't even want to think about her getting older any time soon. 4 is enough.