Well, today my little Monster Baby is graduating from Playschool. I know, I know, I've already started crying and it's only 6:30 in the morning. She's so grown up now. It's funny what you don't think about when you hold your little bundle of joy in your arms for the first time. I never thought about this. Graduation from Oxford, yes, graduation from playschool, no. (Yes, I have high hopes and big dreams.)
I'm taking a page from Talli's blog when she got her contract and lit up the blogosphere with her lovely face.
Here's my Monster Baby. (And yes, I do really call her that. She thinks it's funny and calls me Monster Mommy. Then growls.)
To my one and only Monster Baby, may all your hopes, wishes and dreams come true.
I love you more than peanut butter,