That's what Flynn says a lot... like when she's crashing into something (she often 'ice skates' on the linoleum in the kitchen) - or when we look like we're going to crash into something in the car.
Lately I'm 'Erting' a lot. I've got my claws dug in & am holding onto time for dear life.
But I can't seem to stop it from slipping out of my hands.
You see, my baby girl turns 4 in two weeks.
4.
FOUR.
That's like way bigger than three. Or any other age.
I think her turning FOUR is harder on me than when I turned 30. Or when she turned 1.
It's like a coming of age. It's preschool. It's one year away from 5...which is traditionally the kindergarten age. It's saying an official goodbye to toddlerhood & a hello to independence.
It makes a giant lump in my throat & tears build up in my soggy mom eyes.
I mean, gees, how did we get here so fast??
Didn't they just wrap her in that pale yellow & pink blanket & hand her to me as they wheeled me to recovery?
I am going to try to squeeze every minute out of every day from now until November 19th. So it doesn't get here so fast.
Because I don't want my baby to get big.
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