Tall, Short, Tiny & a Pickle

Random mumblings from one splash of pink in a house full of blue – Dunedin, New Zealand

On Friday, it will be four years since I became a mother. Four years.

WHERE THE HECK HAS THAT TIME GONE?

I’m struggling to believe that my biggest baby is going to be four. Four seems so grown up, so mature, so…un-babylike.

I’m not ready for this.

Fay on March 25, 2014 at 4:15 pm said:

I know how you feel! I can’t believe that my baby is going to be 7 this year 😦

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Create Hope Inspire: Miriam on March 25, 2014 at 4:47 pm said:

yes! We’re facing down 8 in May??? What’s that about

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Cat on March 25, 2014 at 6:00 pm said:

xxx I feel that emotion
In August it will be NINE years

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Emma Moore on March 25, 2014 at 7:58 pm said:

Its scary!!! Next its school!

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Elizabeth on March 25, 2014 at 9:27 pm said:

Yep – hitting four only a few weeks after you… it almost feels bigger than five. But I am sure I’ll feel different next year when she heads off to school!

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Melissa Jack on March 26, 2014 at 10:57 pm said:

Oh my. Its ridiculous how these seasons are flying, let’s make a pact to remind each other to stop and wipe the green noses while we still can and LOVE it OK?

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Leonie on March 27, 2014 at 9:08 am said:

All us mama’s can feel your pain! sob sniff… it goes all too fast 😦

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