It's surprising how hard a time I've been having with this fact. She's been talking about her birthday for ages. She has greeted me every morning for the past week with a countdown of how many more days to go (Monday it was one day and two nights, yesterday was no days and one night.) I've been totally fine with the idea, even excited about it. But for some reason all I wanted to do this morning was cry.
My baby is five years old today.
Five years ago today, this is how she looked:
|Oct. 6, 2005 - Chubby McChubs|
It's scary how fast they grow.
|1 year old, rockin' the fountain hair|
|Age 2. Potty training 101: Potty chair...not a hat.|
|3-year-old cutie pie.|
|4 years old.|
|Oct. 6, 2010 - 5 years old.|
You've come a long way, baby.
I'll miss the preschool years, but she's turning into such a fun kid. I'm glad we get to hang out for one more year before she starts kindergarten, even if she's chomping at the bit. She did give me permission to still call her my baby, but only when no one else is around. Because, apparently, it would be embarrassing if I did.
So Happy Birthday to Miss Ellie Magoo, my no-longer-a-baby, fun and feisty and full of life big girl!