My eldest daughter is now eleven years old, she's the same age as children that go to senior school and I find that so weird. She surely can't be that old already, almost a teenager. I thought she'd be my baby forever.
Honey is very mature, she always wants to help her younger siblings but she's such a small, dainty little thing. She still easily fits into clothes for a nine year old and sometimes clothes for an eight year old. Samantha, who's nineteen months younger than Honey, is already the same size as her if not slightly bigger.
I have to keep reminding myself that my little baby is now a big girl. No matter how old she is I've loved her from the moment I knew I was pregnant with her, when she was just the size of a pea!