I was a much better "hands on" mom to my older two children. They were born only eighteen months apart and I had oodles of patience to explore the world of toddlerhood because it was all so new to me. I filled our time with everything a mother could possible offer like reading entire books without skipping pages and deboning a chicken for homemade soup instead of hitting up Whole Foods for organic broth. When I wasn't busy obsessing over their next meal or activity, I threw myself into parenting books to learn how I could be better.

Feenie, my third child was born when my older two were in preschool. I needed to bake cupcakes for the school fundraiser and grocery shop while the others were in school. She became my side-kick. I gave birth to an awesome Target shopper and now, with her help, I can find paper towels on sale in less then a minute. "Wook, wook... a red sticker Mama!" She has spent more hours at the elementary school volunteering with me then she has in an actual library. Together, Feenie and I, can tackle even the most ridiculous to-do-list in one day.

I attended her preschool conference this week and was surprised to hear that she can count up to ten, knows all of her colors, can draw a circle and often shares. She shares! I will be the first to admit that I haven't been as attentive as I should be to my third child. I could make up a million excuses I'm busy. I'm tired. I'm old(er) but none hide the fact that I have never sat down to complete a puzzle with her.

Imagine my delight when I discovered she had drawn her very first "person" without my help.

There's nothing cuter than a preschooler's drawing.

Awwww....

So sweet.

Again, for your enjoyment, a bigger picture...

I should submit her first drawing to this website and/or I should add another Target run on our to-do-list, for paper.  But I really don't want to wash off the art work because it makes my heart flutter.  It's. So. Cute.  The fat circle with a slight smile.  Gah.  Adorable.  How cute would it be, if I kept it until she was in high school....

Geesh.  What has happened to me?