Baby Girl’s birthday 

Baby Girl’s birthday 

Another birthday has come and gone. Baby girl is now seven years old. Say what now?I guess I really shouldn’t be calling her ‘baby’ but I don’t care…she’s still my little one. I have no more toddlers following me around the house, hugging me with sticky fingers and giving me wet kisses. I look at her and see a blend of the young lady she is becoming and the toddler she once was. Sharp wit in a child that still wants uppies in the morning. She’s a momma’s girl and I’m Ok with that. I’m not ready to let go. I’m still allowed to kiss her in public for goodness sake. I’ve got to milk this thing for all its worth! 

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She’s how old?

She’s how old?

So the Diva will be ten years old in a few days.

Yes…TEN!

How the hell did that happen? 

Ugh!

She’s growing way too fast. She’s confident, cheeky, funny, loud, quirky and knows too much for her own good.

She’s so loving and drives me up the freakin wall!

Why is she growing up so fast?

Who the heck does she think she is? 

Losing all that baby fat; walking and talking; riding a bike; a scooter and a skateboard. Playing soccer and measuring herself against me to see how tall she is. 

Ha! Joke’s on her since I’m short anyway.