No. Not Four.

I'm in a funk.

I usually love to plan the kids birthday parties but this one I have put off far too long. I just sent out e-mail invites. I'm not talking e-vites. I'm talking a plain old e-mail inviting my child's friends to her 4th birthday party. Of course it was sent to their parents because I don't know any 4 year olds with e-mail. You get the idea.

We've know for months where she wanted to have the party. I knew who she wanted to invite. I think I'm just dreading my baby turning 4. Even when I post about her on the blogs or in comments I say she's 3. It's less than 2 weeks away and I just can't call her 4.

I have visions of her years from now in middle school. Picking out her own urban clothing, or whatever the current style is, talking incessantly on the phone with her girlfriends, liking boys, and basically having zero time for me. Or not liking me. Right now we pretty much do everything together. She thinks (most the time) that I'm the "best mommy in the whole world." How am I supposed to give that up?