The terrible twos are called terrible because suddenly your sweet bundle of joy develops an opinion.

Three is just as bad because not only do they still have the opinions, they also suddenly have the desire to do things ALL! BY! THEMSELVES!

Then there’s four (almost five.) Complete with the opinion plus desire to do things ALL! BY! THEMSELVES! only now having the ability to actually start doing things ALL! BY! THEMSELVES! comes into play.

the moosh can do so much.

Calling her the moosh seems so juvenile compared to the real person that spends her days with me. In the past week I have had to get her bigger clothes, no longer can I shop in the toddler section. 5T is a thing of the past. Her feet grew two sizes over the summer which meant bigger shoes and bigger socks. We had to get her a bigger bike, her knees were hitting the handlebars of her old one. She barely fits in her toddler bed. We even had to get her bigger underpants, she’s been without diapers for almost two years.

She’s starting to read. She can write “I love you mom and dad.” She knows what prosciutto is. She knows how to make toast and how to frost a cupcake. She can brush her own teeth and sings along to Hannah Montana. She knows the difference between dark and milk chocolate. Her head comes up to my chest. She no longer fits in shopping carts. She can swing in the big swings all by herself. Last week she washed her own hair during her bath.

Post Swim Swirly Curls.

She hasn’t fallen asleep in my arms in almost two years.

She has 16 freckles besides the dozens sprinkling her nose.

Her name is Mary Adelaide and she is named after my grandma.

Everyone who loves her dearly (and there’s hundreds) just call her Addie.

There’s nothing baby about my baby anymore.

the moosh.

Except that she will always be my baby.


  1. I don’t think I’ve seen any of her baby pictures. I love it. She is just as adorable back then.

  2. Love this post. It made me tear up. So much about her is beautiful. You are lucky to have her. (:

  3. Her baby photo looks like a baby on an old-time soap commercial. You know those adorable Victorian cherubs? One of those.

  4. I have only ‘outed’ my Giggles once. The Chicken has always been The Chicken-I call her The Chicken. I just don’t know if I am ready for their friends to google them or they google themselves and find themselves reading about my facial hair and arguments with Karma. Although Giggles has googled Giggles and landed herself at my blog.

    I have always loved her name since we talked at Blissdom last year. And that she is named after someone else, that just makes it even sweeter.

    LOVE the photos!

  5. Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.

  6. Addie is perfect! What a beautiful girl!

  7. Teary! I love that sweet baby girl. It’s a real shame she thinks I’m creepy like Halloween though.

  8. I’m one of those hundreds. Give that little lady a smoosh from me. Love this post, Casey. love.
    Also, frosting a cupcake is a serious skill. awesome.

  9. She has THE. MOST. PERFECT. RINGLETS. EVER. And I’m glad you call her Addie. Mary is a lovely name, but somehow seems… I dunno. Un-Moosh-like.

    And you closed the comments on your temple post, but I’m so glad to know you found answers and peace there. I think I need to make time to go. Gotta good babysitter you can send to Georgia?

  10. Her name is out…whata? I am a little slow these days. Love this post, it makes me tear up. I know this feeling, the baby moments are all too fleeting. Praying for you with all my being.

  11. I never knew her name, but now that I do I know that it is perfect! <3


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