After a long, wonderful day of birthday celebration, Alice started crying on the way home from grandma’s. “I’s just.. sad. I want to be two, okay? I’s don’t want to be three anymore, I.. I just feel so saaaaaaaad.” She sobbed pitifully, face buried in her hands. Ella tried to pat her leg, and Tom tried to sing a silly song, but I just nodded and told her “Oh baby, I’m sad too. I’m so excited for you to grow up, but I will always miss Baby Alice.” She choked on a sob and cried “I miss baby Alice! I’m never going to be Baby Alice again!”
Once we got home, she curled up in my arms, and asked “I’s always be your baby? I never move away?” and I laughed, imagining her at 18, rolling her eyes when I call her my Cricket and driving away in a beat up wagon, but then choked on a sob of my own. “You will always be my sweet baby, okay? Even if you lived in… Africa!” “With the hippos?” Yup, even if you lived with the hippos. You will always come home, and I will always hold you just this way, okay?” “Okay mama. I be three tomorrow. Tonight I just be two, okay?”
Okay sweet girl.
A video from earlier today, when she was still excited to be three. Birthday interview!