Mommy's little goofball

She's definitely a little comedian. This is the best shot I could get of her yesterday morning -- the least ridiculously hamming funny face of the lot. Hard to believe, huh?

She also enjoys randomly deploying "Jazz Hands" now, which is kind of awesome.

Today is her last day as a Preschooler. Which... I don't even know what to say about. How'd she get so old so fast? What the hell happened? Did someone drug me... for... uhhh... the past 5 years or something? Am I Rip Van Fucking Winkle or what?

My baby is a little girl. How that happened I can't really say, but it's true.

I'm sad, I'm happy, I'm I don't know what. I miss the baby, I adore the girl. It's the most cliché of clichés, but it all seems to be whipping by me at the speed of light, and it's hard to roll with the developmental punches sometimes. Yesterday I cradled her as a baby in my arms, today I hold her hand as we go to her Preschool graduation. How is it all possible?

Thank goodness I've been writing most of the past several years down, recording her developmental minutiae in excruciating detail, huh? I'd never remember any of it otherwise.

So hand me my camera. I must take more pictures.