For one more week, I get to tell people that I have a six year old, a three year old and a two year old. Then it changes when this girl turns four:
For a couple of months now we have been threatening to make her stay in bed all day long on Feburary 2, telling her that we were going to make her stay three forever.
Then we realized she didn’t get the joke and she was genuinely concerned that we weren’t going to let her turn four. This was proving to be devastating because, you see, for Tia four is a stepping stone. It’s a stepping stone to five and when she is FIVE, my friends, the world will be her oyster.
Because at FIVE she gets to climb the rock wall at the gym. She’s going to be sorely disappointed the day after her birthday when I tell her she’s got 364 more days before that momentous event.
For now, though, I get to say she’s three. My adorable, sweet, fun little three year old.
Incidentally, it still freaks me out when I’m recording birthdates and I have to write down that I had a baby in 2006 AND 2007. What were we thinking?!
Just one more week…
*all photos were taken by this awesome gal, who also happens to be my sister-in-law.