Has anybody seen my baby?
My baby girl is about to turn 7 in three days. Seven! I absolutely can’t believe it. My time hop is full of memories of being told at my week 37 antenatal appointment that they were keeping me in until my baby arrived (I thought this was the worst thing ever at the time, and now I look back fondly at the 5 days lying in bed, watching whatever I wanted on hospital TV, doing my nails and napping), not being able to believe she was 1, then 5 (clearly wasn’t fazed by her being 2, 3 and 4). And now 7. And with 7 comes more changes, all of which indicate that she is officially No Longer My Baby. I’ve just been out buying thank you things for the Rainbows leader, because she’ll graduate to Brownies in the autumn. I’ve got to buy her proper button up blouses for September as she goes into Juniors. Juniors! Where some of the children are in double figures (and to be honest, judging from Sports Day, look like they could get served in the pub) and they have to wear a tie. A