You know... this used to be the other way around.
She used to stand on the step stool while I did her hair...
This goofball turns 10 on Sunday.
I remember walking into the hospital to be induced, and the stupid jokes the anesthesiologist told during the c-section, and seeing her for the first time and thinking she was the most beautiful baby I had ever seen, and watching RB make her into a little baby burrito... and now she's pitching entire games.
Gosh... ten years old seems so... old.
(If you wouldn't mind saying a little prayer for my sanity -- we are taking 20 girls to a pumpkin patch/hay ride/bon fire for her friend birthday party. I keep worrying that we'll lose someone in the corn maze... and I won't be able to go in and help find them because HELLO -- CHILDREN OF THE CORN.)