That's when it hit me.
WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!?
I mean, it wasn't YESTERDAY when she was born or anything (although, let's be honest moms, each time I sneeze, I feel it might as well have been yesterday).
But I swear that yesterday, she was still a baby! I don't mean a teensie-weensie, depends on you for every single need kind of baby. (I'm not in COMPLETE denial.) But she was still a baby. She was using a word here and there. She still had food restrictions based solely on age. She got confused by playing pretend. She was unsteady on her feet. She.was.a.baby.
But today, she's talking pretty much exclusively in sentences. She's using her imagination regularly. She's tried peanuts. She's climbing over stuff and not busting it!
She's a full-fledged kid.
I'm a little sad here and there about her growing up, but mostly I'm delighted a thousand times a day by something new, bright, or funny that she does. I am delighted by how intelligent she is, how curious she is, how adventurous she is, and how independent she is... well, ALMOST always.
Love & Shipoopies,