How on earth is The Preschooler four? He went to bed aged three, as usual, Monday night and then woke up a four year old on Tuesday. I know it sounds terribly cliche but I can't believe he's four already, I can still remember the day he was born as if it was mere weeks or months ago, not years. I have no idea how that happened, how has time gone so fast? So fast that it feels stolen. I just wish, I could freeze it now and then. Because it’s so precious. Because he’s so precious.
I'll write about his actual birthday in the next post, you know to go full on Mummy Blogger at you complete with pictures.
Dear The Preschooler,