It’s all happening too fast.
In just a few short months my little one will be 2 years old.
She even told me herself this week “Mama, I’m a big girl”
My big girl.
She’s using the potty. She’s eating oatmeal with a spoon. She’s tackling the stairs and slides at the play ground like a professional. She’s insisting on certain items of clothing and preening when she knows she’s looking cute. She’s named two of her baby dolls “Kaylee and Asher” and she pushes them around in her little pink stroller. I can’t help but be sad and proud of her all at the same time.
She is the perfect combination of bossy and sweet and she has us all wrapped around her little fingers. I asked her the other day about the kids in her class–we named them all and talked about her friends. Then I asked her if she had a best friend–she told me without any hesitation “Morgan.”
She likes her brother’s clothes and squeals when he gives her more new things to wear. I tried to get rid of some winter items the other day and she shrieked at me while snatching her brother’s hoodies and sweatshirts “Me Morgan’s shirt!! Mine!!”
I let her keep the lot of them. She makes one sassy little tom boy.