Remember my very sweet baby girl?
Remember my very sweet large baby girl?
(22 lbs. at six months, thank you very much.)
Remember how she became a nightmare of a toddler who refused to listen, nap, share, and otherwise made it her life’s purpose to make mine miserable, and I never in a million years thought I would make it to four years old?
Well, we made it.
And guess what…
She’s like totally fun now.
I guess for little Lily four was the magic number.
Hallelujah. For awhile there I didn’t think we were going to make it.
Wait a second…
She just spilled an entire pitcher of juice on the floor.
Maybe five will be a good fit.