Where did she even come from? I'd swear that it was just yesterday when she was a baby, and now she says things like, "Sooooo, how was baby Caitlin?" when I come into her room after putting Caitlin to bed for the night, like baby Caitlin and I had just been out for a night out on the town or something, and not like we'd both just seen Brigid thirty minutes earlier.
In two weeks, we start ballet, in a Mommy and Me class hosted by the Atlanta Ballet. She has little tights, and little ballet shoes, and we're going shopping for the official Atlanta Ballet leotard on Saturday, and Brigid is just so excited about it, I can't wait to see her in action.
It's just...I remember when her only cause for excitement was her next bottle, and it doesn't seem like it's been that long since that was the case.
And then there's this one, who goes in for her four month check-up in a couple of weeks...
Why is it that time seems to speed up, just when you want it to slow down the most?