You guys? I less than one month I am going to have a three year old. THREE!

How the hell did that happen?

I swear just last month, this is what I brought home from the hospital…

And now? I have a 3 foot something little human that sleeps in a “big girl bed” {for most of the night anyway}, uses the toilet, even wakes up dry most mornings! She sings the alphabet, even recognizes all but about 4 letters of the alphabet on her own. She spells her own name. She mostly colors inside the lines. She pumps her legs on the swing. She totally messes with Andy & me {she’s just like her Daddy}. She uses a fork. She drinks from a “big girl cup”. She eats burritos. She loves sour cream. {I mean come one…what little kid loves sour cream!?}

What happened to my BABY!?

I love the things we are able to do because she’s a big girl. But I can’t help it…I kind of miss her being little and squishy.

This morning? When I dropped her off at daycare, they mentioned her birthday. Then they said that she’d be moving up to the three year old class.

That’s officially preschool. Where they have music programs at Christmas time. Where the kids are only allowed to have their lovey at naptime. Where they have a “what we’re learning about” theme each week. Where they go on fieldtrips to the pumpkin patch. Where they ride on their school’s float in the community parade.

I have a pre-schooler!?

I have a pre-schooler…

Holy hell…I have a pre schooler.

Someone hold me.