My baby girl

I remember the day she was born, how surprised I was by how heavy she was (8lbs 14oz, the Dr. told me she'd be about 7lbs). I was conscious when she was born, which was a nice change from the knocked-out-C-section I'd had with my first. It was a magical moment for both hubby and me...we were both crying from joy. He was making bets with the nurses on the minute that she would be born on...he won of course...bragging rights only, no money changed hands. (Darn it, we could have used it back then.)

When she was 4 hubby gave her a short haircut for summertime...it was so cute. I remember how I thought she had the cutest little knees. Everything she did those days was cute. She was even cute in her little cast from the day she was playing on the stairs at the babysitters house and fell down a couple of them and broke her arm. (Of course that was the day before we were to drive to visit the inlaws...and she had a bright blue cast on her arm.)

She's really not a baby anymore...it's hard to believe it's been over 11 yrs. She started middle school this year, and it is really starting to show...that she's not a baby anymore, that is. A couple of days ago, I had to break her little heart, and I felt really bad about it. But it had to be done. A boy in her class had asked her to the Valentine dance at school. I had to tell her that she's too young to date. I don't mind taking her to a dance and picking her up after...the van seats 7; I'll take her and all her friends if she wants...but I can't let a boy come pick her up (his Mom or Dad driving of course...he's only 11 or 12 himself), take her to a dance, and bring her home after...that just sounds too much like a date...She's only 11...

When she gets into high school, then we can talk about the rules for dating, but for now...well, I think I'll try to keep her from growing up too quickly...like her mother did.