Tie a String Around My Finger

This is a reminder to myself that once upon a time, when Sweet Pea was four, she called her bathing suit her "baby soup," and I didn't correct her because I thought it was adorable.


This is a reminder that she did her best to irritate her daddy by pretending to be an Auburn fan, and that she was the greatest source of entertainment for her baby brother.


This will also remind me that when my girl was four, she loved her two-year-old brother more than anyone else in the world.


And she actually wanted to go to the dentist because she was afraid of having green teeth like in the movie she saw at preschool and she loved grilled cheese but didn't like cheese and she named her dolphin bath toy Junie B. Jones.


Because, in December, she will be five and she's just going to keep on going to six and seven, and way beyond that. She's going to go to prom before I know it and she won't call her bathing suit her "baby soup" anymore.


So, I want to remember how cute it was in 2014, when she was four and wanted to put on her baby soup and go to the pool, where she would wear her swimmies like Peppa Pig and then use her Minnie Mouse towel to dry off.


So, this post is a string around my finger so I'll remember all of that when I'm old.


Next, I want to tie a string around a finger for my Little Buddy, who's two right now, but will be three before I have time to blink and then...