I like five years old. Yesterday Mad was my big kiddo that made a banana pudding for Labor Day pretty much on her own with just a little bit of guidance. We love cooking together. It’s sort of our thing. This evening after her and her big sister had a dinner/play date with their friends, a very rare treat on a school night, she was happy to come home and get ready for bed and just cuddle with me and chit chat about everything that has been on her mind lately. I love my conversations with our monsters. Each of them have their own personality. Their own level of maturity and interest. And I love nothing more than having our children know they can talk to me about any and everything.

I like five years old. She’s old enough to be my big helper, but small enough to still be my little cuddle bum.