My baby is four. My heart wonders where the years went, but my head knows they went to reading storybooks and playing at the park and walks around the neighborhood. Somehow those things take up all the time and it's 4 years later.
Let's see. At four, she loves to draw. She wants to learn to read. She plays with her Strawberry Shortcake dolls and her Legos and her brother. She likes to eat pasta, broccoli, and candy. She will never admit that she has to pee. She will not share anything that resembles a baby, saying, "It's special to me." She never says no to a walk or to snuggling in the bed.
She wanted a party for her birthday. She said it should be a picnic at the park. So I invited her family and her preschool friends, spread out some blankets, and made lots of cake.