Last day to be 4

 

Today is Hannah's last day as a four year old.

 

The mailman came as she was taking Hailey for a spin in the Barbie car.

She opend her card from Grandma Chris and Tom and a $5 bill fell out into her lap.

 

Hannah:  "YES!  I just knew that I was gonna get some money for my birthday!"

 

 

I always tease the girls about not wanting to let them grow up.  I have often told them I was cancelling birthdays- not to be mean but in hopes that they wouldn't get any older.  I miss who they were when they were younger and even though I ADORE them more and more every day, I miss who they used to be.  Sure, sure- their personalities are a lot the same but their voices get more mature.  Their conversations and interests get more developed.

As it got closer and closer to the actual day I tried hard not to mention things like this because a few times I think I actually hit a cord with Hannah and started to make her feel bad.

 

While sitting in the back seat about a month ago....

 

Hannah:  "Mom.  I have a great idea."

Me:  "Oh yeah, let me hear it."

Hannah: "Why don't you bring me to the doctor and see if the doctor can put a needle where the birthdays are and then maybe he can stop them from happening."

Me: "Oh Hannah, why in the world would we do that?"

Hannah:  "Because then you won't miss me anymore and cry when I get older."

 

Knowing how badly she wants to grow up and be a big kid I started to feel bad about this. 

Poor thing- too much compassion at such a young age.

Although, good thing she doesn't know that if it were possible to stop her from growing, I might take a stab at trying ;-)