Every day. At least once a day. I hear the words “When I am 3..”

When I am 3.. I can go to school

When I am 3 .. My cousin can sleep over my house

When I am 3.. I can eat more chocolate.

When I am 3 I can have this toy.. Or that toy.

I’m a bit worried that being 3 is going to be a huge anti climax.

I don’t want her to be 3. She’s my baby.

I can’t believe the wanting to be older issue has already reared its head. I want to sit her down, hold her tight and tell her to live in the moment. I don’t because she would look back at me and say “Why?.. I live in your house”

Some days she seems so grown up and others well she is very much still a toddler. When she is feeling a bit down and says “hold me?” It melts my heart. When she just falls asleep in the car after fighting it for so long..

The past few months have seen big changes for Izzy. Apart from the huge addition of another little human to our family 7 months ago, she has just recently moved into a big girls bed, given up her bedtime milk and we are potty training.. This is an ongoing thing. She has almost mastered it but not quite.

She seems to cope with everything really well. She loves the freedom her new bed allows and every night I find her asleep with 2-3 books tucked around her.

This time next year she will have completed her first few terms of nursery school. In ten years she will be a teenager. Arrggh. I can’t make time go any slower. I can however take my own advice and live in this moment.

Our biggest girl.