Flashback Friday: Even MORE Pictures Of Toddler Elie

In case you missed last weeks flashback, or the one before that- I've been reflecting back to my oldest daughter's toddler years. The years of learning how to walk and talk, the years of gnawing on frozen waffles, and the years that failed to properly prepare me for the chaos that my now-almost-four-year-old dishes out daily.

To most, age 3 is still considered a toddler. To me, my towering-over-all-of-the-five-year-olds mini Sasquatch is a young lady. Soon, in just 17 days, she'll have not only one younger sibling, but two. A 19 month old brother, and a newborn baby sister.

Sometimes I forget all too easily, about the precious moments that we shared when it was just her. So these recent flashbacks, as her 4th birthday quickly approaches us, are my reminder of memories that have gotten buried under the stresses of her growing up.

Another trip to the zoo. But this time, walking on her own. She fell in love with the giraffes, and had to go back every other day just to say hello.



Her first outside romp with a ball. Her little legs just couldn't keep up.



And of course we'll never forget, her first time helping Daddy out back in the garden. With her Easter sun hat on, and her bucket full of clover, she gave us all the cuteness her heart could project.



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Kitty's New Tags

A few trillion (not so) Wordless Wednesday's ago, I told you all about how heartbroken I was over my missing Bomber (read more about that here). After that scare, I decided Bomber needed a proper tag, something more than just her proof of rabies vaccine. Christopher wanted to go down and get one at Petsmart, but no- my kitty is better than that.

Not that there is anything wrong with a pet tag made in a machine, theres not, they've got cute designs that do the job- but... I felt like I really needed to spoil her. If she was the kind of cat that played with toys, I would have gone out and bought her twenty. Cat nip filled, feather topped, rattling strings on a stick- whatever she wanted.

Shes not though. The only thing she likes to play with, are the kids plastic toy apples and mushrooms that get left on the floor after a night of pretend soup making. And its only fun to her, if she finds it. She has to hunt down her produce, after all.

So, not only did I not want to go buy her a boring "here, I got this tin tag out of a machine for you" (not that she would have cared anyways, I know) name plate, but-kicking back with my netbook on the couch and going window shopping on Etsy didn't sound half bad.

And of course, it payed off...

Handmade "Riley" style Pet ID Tag made by The Copper Poppy.
Because I found the most perfect tag for my Bomber. Of course I still had to leave the evidence of her rabies vaccine on, but- isn't her new ID just gorgeous?

I know, silly Tia, its just a pet tag. But (!), its a handmade pet tag, customized just for her. And while she jingles and jangles like the Christmas season (even more so than before) every time she comes down the stairs, I think it suits her like no other tag possibly could.

So go ahead, Kitty Bomber, run away whenever you please. Next time there is a storm, feel free (but don't, please?) to sneak out through the garage door that Christopher left open. My phone number (um... don't call me, ok? Its nothing personal, I just hate talking on the phone, haha) is hanging from your collar, impossible for your finder to miss.

Heee. Pretty kitty.