I get all weepy when my kids turn a new age, as if I didn't just have an entire year to prepare myself for this moment. The problem with that is that I just spent the year adjusting to the age they just turned. I'll just be coming to terms with 2, then BAM!, they're 3. I cannot imagine how I'll feel when they are grown, I don't even like thinking about it.
When I had Alana I can't remember any real disbelief at how fast she grew. Truth is, I wanted her to be bigger, do more things. That was so naive of me. But still, before I knew it, she was one.
whining about Ava's birthday. Now she is 3, going on 13, and its hard to believe she used to be a small and shy baby girl.