Two days ago my little girl turned four. Where the hell has the time gone?
I find myself having a hard time thinking about what to say when I think about her getting older. But here are a few things I can think of:
- At four years old, she’s managed to curb the thumb sucking quite a bit compared to days past
- In the last few months, she’s told me she loves me more than she has in the entire time she’s been alive
- She’s shown to be a true offspring of me and Tamara. She’s got my temper and Tamara’s emotionalism
- As long as Dylan is not around, she is one chatty little girl. She goes on and on and on about just about anything she can think of
- She’s pretty excited that she now has her own scooter
I am looking forward to the time when she starts school. She gets pretty excited about some of the things Dylan does in school so it will be neat to see how she does.
