Today my baby has declared herself a “Big Girl” and is a whopping three years old.

How did that happen? I’m pretty certain we’ve only just brought her home from hospital.

Last night we had a chat about birthdays and stuff.

Me: So, Little M, how old are you today?

Little M: TWO!

Me: And how old will you be tomorrow?

Little M: FWEEE!!

Me: That’s so grown up. *sniff* So, what’s your favourite colour?

Little M: Pink. And it’s Big M’s.

Me: I know.ย What’s your favourite number?

Little M: Fwee.

Me: Because you’re three tomorrow?

Little M: Yup.

Me: What’s your favourite food?

Little M: Pasta. OMNOMNOM.

Me: So, when you grow up and have a job, what do you want to be?

Little M: Helpful.

Me: Who do you love?

Little M: Granny.

Me: Me too. Anybody else?

Little M: J (her cousin)

Me: Anyone else?

Little M: Nope, just Granny and J.

Me: Fair dos. And who loves you?

Little M: YOU! And Daddy and Big M.


Too right we do.

Happy birthday little big girl.

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