I once told a friend who's son turned four that "four year olds are just kids, not even little kids anymore." And the pictures below really prove that point. But still, a few nights ago, Tessa stood as tall as she could and said "Look how big I am!" I was overcome by how small, sweet, and innocent she is.
Four years - whoa.
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| Tessa - 9 weeks old. |
Yes, I did in fact turn thirty this January. And with little emotional fanfare as I tend to look forward to my birthdays (although I did freak out a bit when I was turning 27 and had no idea how to take care of my soon to arrive 1st born). I attribute my ability to ease gently into my thirties to the fact that I am in just the perfect spot in life. Not too many kids, not to few, good guy at my side, a cozy little house in a great cit - and - unless you look really closely in the right wrong light, no gray hair.
However.
What is really wigging me out is that all of YOU are turning thirty. I can turn thirty. But when my entire peer group, in a single years time is blogging, facebooking and txt msging about the big 3-0 I suddenly realize - I am friends with old people.
So, I'll continue to age gracefully, thank you very much. But if the rest of you could stop, that'd be great.
Happy Birthday to me, from my my raisons d'etre.The paparazzi finally gets its act together and posts some birthday pictures of our TWO year old.
Loved the candles but wouldn't even try to blow them out.
You know, its time for me to come clean, or not...my kid is the one with the perpetually messy face. If you can still be my friend I'd appreciate it.
And as if to punish me for that, this picture posted twice and I can't get it to delete.
Tessa was a great helper while Daddy assembled her table and chairs.
