I'm in the process of making a book out of my blog. I'm not going to sell it or anything, it is just for my own personal use and mostly so I won't lose my blogs in the big bad internet world. I decided to start with the year 2006. I ran across this post from my daughter's 3rd birthday. I cried. I can't believe how grown up she was at 3 years old and how much bigger she has gotten in the last, gasp, 4 years.
The last paragraph spoke of her learning to ride a 2-wheeled bike and going to First grade. She has accomplished both of those things and so much more.
Just last night I wasn't feeling well and my baby girl, um big girl, helped make dinner. She decided they would have chicken nuggets and cherry tomatoes. She got the table set, food cooked, and then the plates cleared. I think she enjoyed it a little too much as she started bossing around and telling the other kids where to sit. But I was so nice to be able to depend on her.
She is already asking about her first cell phone and camera. She wants to know about make-up and boyfriends. I am eternally grateful that she is happy with the answer, "When you are older" for now. I'm not ready to deal with any of those things. I am very proud of her, she is going to be a wonderful mommy and a self-reliant woman. Ugh. *woman* Can I even use that word in relation to my daughter? I think I am going to keep calling her my baby girl as long as she will let me. [caption id="attachment_644" align="alignnone" width="399" caption="Lainy Ann selling Girl Scout cookies at Daddy\'s office"][/caption]