my sweet little girl    This weekend my “baby” turns 11. I can’t believe it has been 11 years since I became a mom for the first time. Because as cliche as this sounds it seems like just yesterday that she was brought to me late that March night all warm, squishy, and making those wonderful little baby noises. But she is turning 11 and there is nothing I can do to stop the clock. Don’t get me wrong, I am so happy that she is turning older and becoming this wonderful pre-teenager but it is very hard to watch sometimes without wincing or covering my eyes. My “baby” is coming in contact…