Worst of all, this realization came to me after I had shut the door and said good night. After I lost my last chance to look upon her little face just one last time before the reality must necessarily, officially, set in. Though I did manage to work in a post earlier this week, filled with pictures of the littles enjoying our new deck, perhaps you will forgive me if I write no longer this night, my last night with a three-year-old (until January, anyway, when Michael gives my heart another wrench by turning a year older too).
|Hiding out from the electrician during lunchtime (we're still not fans of strangers).|
|Mama said there'd be days like this...|
|Finally putting those lawn chairs to proper use.|
|Halloween play date fun.|
|A pumpkin for each pumpkin. Abby wanted a bat, Michael a skull, and Mia (according to Abby, anyway, a kitty).|
|Counting her Halloween winnings.|
|The most prized trophy of the night: a Kinder Egg.|
|Hangin' with the coz.|
|Selfies with Daddy.|
|Fun at the park on a brisk Fall day.|
Overheard this week:
As her Aunt Ali, Uncle Joe, and Cousin Joey were leaving for home after a weekend visit: "But I'm going to miss you!"
"I want some cake."