We're back from NYC. I have lots to tell, but I'm exhausted from it all. The first thing I can think of best to say is that my baby is definately no longer my baby. We were waiting at the train station to go to NYC and she directed my attention to the fact she thought a tooth was loose. I thought she was crazy. How could my 4 1/2 year old be loosing a tooth already! She showed me the tooth and I felt it. It wiggled, it wobbled, it didn't fall down ... yet, but it will soon. A rush of emotions went over me. I can't believe she's hitting this milestone so quick. Her older cousins are just starting to lose their teeth. My mom confirmed tonight that I lost my first tooth, a bottom one just like Phoebe, when I was 4 1/2.
Other than that we had a great weekend. I can't wait to put it all down for posterity. I feel good though, that I was able to relax and live in the moment. If only I could always be so lucky. But why can I cry at the drop of a hat from being so blissfully happy in being her mommy???
Other than that we had a great weekend. I can't wait to put it all down for posterity. I feel good though, that I was able to relax and live in the moment. If only I could always be so lucky. But why can I cry at the drop of a hat from being so blissfully happy in being her mommy???
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