“Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” ~ Elizabeth Stone
My little girl is turning four years old.
I can’t believe it’s already been four years…
Four years since I first signed on for the best, most tiring, job in the world…
Four years since I first held this little bundle in my arms.
|She weighed 6.7 pounds and it was a totally natural birth. I had gestational diabetes, so|
they were worried about me having an extra large baby but she came out just right.
Since that day I have watched her grow into a wonderful kid. She is bright, sunny, inquisitive, intelligent, independent and stubborn as hell, with an imagination twice the size of her body. I am constantly both amused and awestruck by the things she says and does. She is already such an amazing person. She wants to know everything and do everything, and she wants to do it all on her own… provided I’m within six feet of her.
She still sucks her thumb when she goes to sleep, and she still thinks all of the worlds troubles can be solved by a hair hug. She is an opinionated little bugger. She wants to learn French and is still fixated on learning to play the banjo.
She loves drawing. Her art is getting pretty good too. She can create recognizable images of things like people, cats, houses, flowers, and trees. She loves books. She will sit and read to herself or to her sister. She knows 90% of the books we own off by heart. She love animals, and not just the run of the mill cat, dog, mouse… she loves cheetahs, wolverines, coatis and kinkajous (Thanks Zoobomafoo!).
Her favourite colour is pink. She loves flowers, ballerinas and teaparties, but she also loves pirates, trains and dumptrucks. She loves to play in the sand. She thinks a trip to the library is the best treat possible.