Please Stop Growing
Everyone is right when they tell you that “it gets better in time” when they refer to that newborn you just had. The crying will eventually lessen. There will be no more late night trips to Target for diapers. They’ll be able to put food in their own mouth without throwing the majority of it on the ground first.
This lady love definitely gets better and better with time.
4 years old already. It’s totally crazy.
I love that she still cuddles and loves to be loved on. She loves to have her arms and legs and belly and back gently rubbed and she closes her eyes and says “that feels good” while it happening. Melts my heart. She still loves to get crazy amounts of kisses and still giggles and kicks her wild legs when getting tickled. She doesn’t mind if I feed her like she’s a baby either. Cutting up all the food in tiny pieces and feeding them to her. (please don’t think I do this all the time… I love that she feeds herself but sometimes, I just want to soak up the moment that I have this amazing little being here with me and can’t stop staring at her all.day.long)
However… I do not like having to buy a completely new wardrobe every couple months! Size 5T?! Size 13 or 1 in shoes?! WHAAAAAAAT?! I do like all the cute new clothes but the money being spent that goes along with it, not so much. I do not like that she thinks she can walk in the parking lot without holding my hand. Um, no child no. You have a couple years before that happens. I also do not like this sassy pants stage. Sometimes it’s absolutely hilarious and I almost pee my pants when sassy pants opens her mouth and sounds like she’s 13, or 16, or 25… but it’s gotta go.
But “they” are right…
It gets better and better and better with time.