It's true what they say about the years flying by. In fact it seems that every time I leave the house I have some well meaning old biddie telling me to 'make sure you enjoy them now because before you know it they'll be grown up and fled the nest' or 'they don't stay young forever you know?'
It's at these moments I like to think back to earlier that day when I had one child climbing on my head, another shoving a carrot up my nose and the baby kicking me in the face as I tried to change his nappy. But what I'd really like is have a photo of the scene so that I could shove in old biddies face and shout 'Oh yeah? Really? Do you f*ing promise?'
But that might get me arrested.
Anyway, what I really wanted to say here is that it is actually true, but it's only at the milestones - the birthdays, the first steps, the first day at school and the like, that you really notice it.
So with my old biddie hat firmly on my head I'm telling you to watch out, because in the blink of an eye (which is about how much sleep I've had since) my little girl went from this:
 |
| 2004 |
to this
 |
| 2005 |
to this
 |
| 2006 |
to this:
 |
| 2007 |
to this:
 |
| 2008 |
to this:
 |
| 2009 |
to this:
 |
| 2010 |
to this:
 |
| 2011 |
Happy Birthday Bean.
