I’ve seen this post before. I’ve seen it on Facebook. I’ve seen it on Instagram. I’ve read it in text message. I’ve sent it myself in an email once. As I sit here and write this, we are officially in the count down to my oldest baby girls birthday. I will deny the fact that my little newborn is going to be 2 until the exact moment she is. For the last couple of months when people have come up to me in stores to ask me how old my precious little girls were I couldn’t bring myself to say that Ava is 2. I mean I just peed on that damn stick and all of a sudden my tiny 5lb15oz teeny newborn is half my height (she definitely didn’t get my height gene) with a handful of opinions and a very defined food palate!!
It’s so bitter sweet to see your baby grow, you want them to stay tiny forever, but ladies I cannot WAIT for the terrible 2’s to be over, and my baby isn’t even 2 yet?
As I sit here, into the wee hours of the night putting together a play kitchen (damn you IKEA for a million steps), waiting for my baby to grow up a little bit more, I can’t help but reflect how much a little human can affect someone’s life. In her short two years she’s been our travel side kick, and she’s sold and hunted down a house with us. She’s renovated that house and learned how to garden. She’s become an amazing big sister.
Happy ALMOST Birthday to my cheeky little lady. Please don’t grow too fast. I gotta have someone shorter than me in the family just for a little while longer…