With four little girls in this house, it sure seems like things are constantly changing.
And . . . I don't like change.
I never have.
Like, when I was a child, and my mom would rearrange my bedroom . . .
I cried for days.
Seriously.
Now, don't get me wrong, there are good changes.
Like when you're expecting a new baby!!! SQUEAL!!!!!!
I can't think of a more exciting change!
But that's not what's going on here :(
What's going on here is that this little muffin:
And the other day she mentioned something about a loose tooth.
Now, is there anything more grown up than losing teeth??
That's like, the universal sign of not being a baby anymore, right?
So, I did what any mom would do: I ignored it. And hoped it would go away.
But it didn't.
And this morning she insisted that it was REALLY loose.
So then this happened:
{Sissy inspecting the loose-ness}.
And then shortly after, this:
Followed by a LOT of crying {from me}.
And even though I'm in denial. I thought I should document.
Because someday {soon, I'm afraid}, the little girl above will be all grown up.
And I'm pretty sure I'll be crying then too.
