Now you are Four.
Holy crap. I know that’s not the most eloquent way to say it, but all of you moms know what I’m talking about.
This delicious newborn turned four years old last weekend. She freaking rocks my world. I can count on one hand how many times she’s been in trouble in her lifetime. Is it because she’s that good? Probably not. Is it because she is a spoiled princess and can do no wrong in my eyes? Probably.
Audrey is four. She won’t wear shorts or pants because she is THAT girly. We have to call leggings “tights” to get her to put them on. We’ve even used that trick with pants. Just yesterday I had to tell her that the shorts were her “special soccer clothes” to get her to not wear a skirt to her first soccer lesson. She twirls, she dances, she sings, she talks our ears off. She loves Barbie and Polly Pocket. She jumps on the trampoline with the boys and holds her own in a physical fight with them.
She loves the pool and floats around independently with a swim ring (fairy-themed, of course).
She thinks nuts are called “coconuts” and often asks for coconuts for a snack. I can’t bring myself to correct her. Honey, I’ll give you coconuts all day long because you’re so darned cute.
She wants her hair long like Rapunzel’s and she thinks the blow dryer actually helps make her hair longer.
She asks to see this “Daisy” picture on my phone several times a week (down from several times a day). It was taken last September during her first visit to Disney World. She thinks she met God that day:
She still has trouble pronouncing her “r’s” so she sometimes says things wong like asking for wife cereal or fwosted-fwakes. Her favorite meal is chicken nuggets or spaghetti with red sauce (which she calls “me sauce” for some reason).
She has picked up bad habits from her brothers like saying “what the?!”, “whatEVER”, and “fart”. She has picked up bad habits from me like saying “freakin” and “oh GAWD”.
When I tell someone how stinkin’ cute she is she always says indignantly “I NOT STINKIN’”.
Anyway, you get the idea. I love her so much I want to put heavy chains on her that are locked to me 24/7. I have contemplated surgically inserting a Lowjack or GPS chip in her body somewhere.
In August she begins Georgia Pre-K which runs the same full school day hours as regular school. It’s like a tiny pre-step towards empty-nesting for me. That sounds silly but this is my last baby. I will no longer have a baby, a toddler, a pre-schooler. I will have a full time pre-k, a 2nd grader and a 3rd grader. Wait, wasn’t I just in those early day baby-trenches?
So I celebrate the four-year-old milestone. She is healthy, smart, funny and loving. And I mourn the day too. Because she is one year closer to the snotty teen-age years. Oh GAWD.
With all of my love and hopes and dreams, I wish for you joy and happiness and health.