Hannah is 4. She is a big girl. She does all sorts of big girl things, like buckling herself into her seat. She reads her name, and some of the letters. She knows her numbers. She can write her name. When she is frustrated she says, "oh crap." Which she learned from her brothers. She also knows how to play pokemon and use a light saber.
My baby can tackle a kid twice her size. She can dress up in pink frilly bows and tell you to go the hell. (Wonder who taught her that?) Just yesterday, she flipped me the bird. Don't you just love the education they get from school?
I miss my cuddly little girl, that smelled new and fresh. No one will snuggle up under my chin with peach fuzz hair anymore. But, that is ok, my big girl goes to the potty by herself. She wipes her own butt, which the boys still have yet to master. She can wash her hair, again, boys still struggling with this. My baby will be a strong woman when she is older. But she will always be my baby.
Happy Birthday, Hannah!