Do I Really Have a 3 Year Old?

Blimey, apparently I do! Amelie turned 3 on Tuesday (happy sad face). We celebrated with a little joint party with her friend Robin. They had a lovely day and the sun even decided to put his hat on, hip hip hip hooray.

So I have a 3 year old. I’m sitting here trying to think of something to say that isn’t a massive cliche, and I’m struggling. Its all true, I can’t say it another way. Time does fly, things do change without you noticing. That tiny little baby is a big, pant-wearing, sentence-forming girl and it has come out of nowhere. I’m terrified I’ll blink and she’ll be a teenager, how do I slow it down! Note to self: Start treasuring every single moment…

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