If you're making a big deal out of Tavi being 12 then you'll probably being making a big deal out of this wee one too.
Adie is FOUR and she posts her polaroids and thoughts on her blog with the help of her mom who has an equally awesome photo blog.
If I could choose, I would want to stay four and be in preschool forever. And not just for the naps, but because of how honest they are, their fresh perspective on life, and their carefree attitude. They also have so much energy for such little bodies. I was at the dentist the other day and this boy wearing bright blue rainboots was running around and another girl was standing on a chair belting out the alphabet. I wanna run and sing at the top of my lungs while wearing blue rainboots. But what's stopping me (and everyone else) from doing it? We've been told to sit still, use our inside voice, and to dress practically.
I'm at least thankful that my mom has always let me pick my own clothes out, even if I put together outfits as seen in the first pic.
I don't really know what I'm trying to get at, but lately I've just been feeling weird about life and wish I could return to simpler times when I didn't have to worry about life and didn't have so many preconceived notions about everything. All this thinking may have to do with me turning 21 soon and trying to make sense of it. Because what is a birthday? Another year, another day... What is age? I feel like I've been 21 since high school. I feel like those mean old mommys that judge everyone and tell you how to live your life. I feel like a helpless toddler that's only goal is to bother you and make you laugh. I feel like a hermit that likes to stay home and not talk to people.
I guess it's all how you look at it...