I’m feeling a little bit emotional at the moment. In a few short weeks Alice turns three. Three whole years old. Three means she is officially a little girl and I now no longer have a ‘baby’ or even a ‘toddler’ really. That makes me feel a little bit sad.

Being the youngest she will obviously always be my ‘baby’ but I can’t believe how quickly time has flown. And don’t even get me started on the fact that Molly starts school in September.

The day Alice was born was an absolute scorcher with the country in the midst of a heatwave. It was also our fifth wedding anniversary. Edd said it would help him not forget it in the future. He forgot the next year! I was induced three weeks early with Alice and she arrived pretty quickly, all teeny and pink, and very VERY loud.

How has that tiny dependent baby suddenly become so grown up? I think it hit me when I packed away all her age 2-3 year old clothes recently. I am well used to packing up clothes after two round of those teeny baby items making their way in to the loft but for some reason the fact that she is suddenly in age 3-4 seemed so strange. Molly can still fit in a lot of them herself so I now have two little girls in almost the same size.

Alice amazes me every day. She’s full of laughter and singing. And quite a lot of grumpiness. But in the main she is a lot of fun. Her and Molly play properly together now and watching them makes me smile a little bit every time. The baby toys have long gone and have now been replaced with make believe and those teeny tiny Sylvanian figures.

I sometimes wonder if Alice has grown up quicker as she strives to be like Molly. Wanting to play with the things Molly does and be able to keep up with her adventures. In truth Alice still loves to get out all the baby toys and play with those noisy plastic music making machines. I feel as though I shouldn’t have maybe packed them all away quite so soon.

She is also little miss independent. Happy to do as much as she can and takes great delight in doing things herself. She can often be found telling me to ‘shoo’ if she wants to do things alone. That said she still slips back in to baby roles and often asks me to feed her her dinner or help her with her shoes. I like that.

She also still loves cuddles and kisses and most of all loves being carried. By a much younger age poor Molly was being made to walk everywhere and do things by herself as I had a baby to cart around. Alice still stands at the top of the stairs in the morning and wants to be carried down or starts off walking to school only to hop in her buggy by the time we reach the end of the driveway (about 5 steps!).

In some ways I am looking forward to the next stage. To getting a bit of me time back. Of not being demanded 24/7. Although, I’m pretty sure the demands are still going to be there, just in a different way.

So it’s time to wave bye bye to the baby years. I apologise for the mush and I know the girls still have a lot of growing to do but sometimes I just want time to slow down. I want to cocoon them at this age and savour every second just that little bit longer. But equally I know we have many more adventures and memories to come and that each age will be just as much fun.

And before anyone says it’s time to have another I’m just not sure (but that’s probably another post). I feel so lucky to have my two gorgeous girls and that for me is enough. Besides, I like my sleep too much!

Image by Anna Clarke Photography