My teeny tiny baby girl is three years old today and I have no idea where that time went.
One minute I've got this tiny newborn and the next I've got this super-assertive and independent grown-up girl (although she insists she's a boy; something that I originally thought was just a cute phase but it's been more than six months now and I'm thinking we may need to start saving for gender realignment surgery...)
So I'm not going to write a long post now - I have to go stare at my girl (or boy, whatever) and try to catch her being three, because it feels like tomorrow she'll be a teenager and then she'll be gone.
