I cannot believe my baby, my last child, just turned three. Where. In. The. World. Did. The. Time. Go? Seriously? Just yesterday she was a tiny baby who hiccuped all the time. And now she is a walking, talking, big girl machine who demands that mommy give her "birtday party hair" and make her a cupcake "birtday party skirt". Of course that meant that the night before her birthday party I was up late finishing the requested cupcake skirt.
Is it possible to stop time? Because I am not ready for this girl to grow up any more. I need a hug. And a shot of vodka. In no particular order.