My baby is turning four tomorrow and I am in denial. Four is not a baby. Four is not even a toddler. Four is a child. A child! Where did my baby go and why did time run away so fast? Today, she had a Fairy Princess High Tea for eight little girls (and two highly unimpressed little boys) and as I watched them all playing together, I was reminded that she really is a little person all of her own. She has opinions (lots of them), ideas and a really spunky little personality. I have the massive, incredible task of helping her to continue just as she is and guide her in the right direction so that she can grow up to be the beautiful young woman she has the enormous potential to become.
The little fairy princesses were served naked cupcakes with sides of colourful icing and sprinkles. They iced, decorated and ate their fairy cupcakes with gusto. After sipping on pink champagne (pink cordial, same thing right?), they chased bubbles, danced and then sat down to tea. Who doesn’t like a good tea party?
My Baby G, you are just four, but you have learned a lot more than I have in the last four years:
- You have learned to speak a whole language fluently. And colourfully. Yesterday, while playing doctor with me, you looked at the thermometer and proclaimed seriously and with great authority, “Patient, I’m sorry to tell you, but it’s twenty past six.” Read the rest of this entry