I wish there was more time.
You are growing up way too fast. Today, I realized that this Fall you are going to start preschool, the same preschool both your brothers attended, but there were much younger. I was always ready with them. Ready for them to start preschool. Ready when they started kindergarten (even Jackson; he was so independent and more than ready to "leave the nest"). With you, it's different. Not sure if it's because you're a girl. Or because you're my baby, my last. I can't stand the fact that you are growing up. It physically hurts my heart.
This week, you are going to start your first ever dance class. Not sure if you're going to like it or not. I think you will. You are such the entertainer. Your favorite Christmas present is the guitar and microphone stand from Mimi. I knew you would love it. You used to walk around here "strumming" on a small basket, mimicking your idol, Laurie Berkner. Now, night after night, you walk around playing your new purple guitar, singing One Direction into the mic (or your own original song, "the trampoline song" - it goes like this ... "daddy loves him, and Cameron loves him, and mommy loves him... but we don't wanna be like that!"). So, I knew it was time to put my little performer in dance. With Jack & Cam busy with basketball, and at 3 1/2, I figured you were ready to do your own thing.
Tonight, I picked up your ballet and tap shoes from a friend. You loved wearing the tap shoes and actually wore them around the house all night, refusing to take them off. You keep asking me if you're going to "go to class" tonight. You have no idea what it's going to be like, although last week I took you by the studio and you were in awe of the little girls in their tights, tutus and buns walking around and I almost couldn't get you to leave. Yeah, I think you're ready.
You're so darn cute and entertaining. Everybody who meets you falls in love. Every little girl thinks you are the coolest; which helps me out because they love to hang out with you at basketball practice and keep you entertained so I can watch your brothers.
The weeknights are exhausting. As soon as we get home, you change into some ridiculous outfit, which often includes a skirt or tutu, pajamas, knee high socks, boots. And often layering tutus. Or a bathing suit. You constantly ask for a "snack", one after the other. Dinner schmminner. Bedtime is even worse. You ask for "two more minutes" or "one-twenty minutes". You beg for Mommy to lay down with you. You usually end up in our bed in the wee morning hours. And then you insist on taking showers with me every morning.
I absolutely love this age. And you. You are so much fun. Even though you are the messiest child I have ever had. And the most dramatic. You make us all laugh. Even your brothers. No one can stay mad at you.
Love you. Momma (I love it when you call me Momma).
P.S. As I type this, you have somehow finagled yourself out of bed (almost an hour after Daddy put you in your bed) and you are downstairs on the ccouch with me and Cameron (your partner in crime) watching Full House (your new favorite show, thanks to your cousin, Syd).
My name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, middle school, wine, video games, and schedules. I started this blog because I love taking pictures, and I needed a place to document our life. I wanted a place to write it all down, to remember little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story.