Got myself my own domain name and moved on up to Prophoto 4, baby!

You can find me here… www.melissagibsonphotography.com

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Aunt Laurie gave Caroline a Pete the Cat book for her birthday. She LOVES it. There is a little song that we downloaded that sings along with the book.

It is pretty darn catchy. I have to admit.

We’ve listened and read that book a LOT since Saturday.

Here are a few from her moments with her new favorite book.

Allison really loves Legos. And now that there are girl Legos?

Oh geez.

These were taken on two separate days, but I just wanted to smoosh them together into one post.

I know “zackly” what you are thinking.

“But she’s wearing the same pajamas in both images….are you SURE these were two different days?!”

Um.  Yes.  Yes they were.

Back to back days in the same PJs.

‘Cause that little step is just one more thing that will keep me sane ’round here.

A few days ago, Caroline had such fun having a car wash on the back deck.

Her most favorite cars dipped in flour…to make them dirty, of course.

And?  A new favorite.

The scrub brush.

Why do people say that giving birth is the hardest thing you will ever do? Why? I really didn’t think it was that terrible. I mean, I’m sure it is for some…and don’t get me wrong, c-sections are not-so-joyous. But, giving birth is definitely not the hardest thing I’ve had to do. I’d say watching my babies grow up is the hardest. Seeing them go from little babies to toddlers….from toddlers to preschoolers….from preschoolers to riding big bikes and losing baby teeth. That’s the most difficult thing I’ve had to do. Because what mommy wants to let go of that little hand? What mommy wants to be forced into no longer being able to scoop up her little one? Everyday I think…I just want to see her rub Baby’s ear one more time. I just want to hear the words, “pweety pweeze will you weed me a bedtime stowy?” I hate seeing them grow so quickly and for some reason? Her turning four is not going so well for me. I’d rather not do it. In fact, I told her that we were skipping tomorrow so that she’d have to stay “fwee” forever.

Today, when I scooped her up, this is what she said…

“I’m so sorry.”

“You’re sorry? Why? What happened?

“I’m so sorry dat I’m gwoing dis fast. I juss can’t stop.”

And then she rubbed my cheek.

*sigh*