Our girl turned two this weekend, even though I can’t be forced into believing that so much time has passed. Surely just last week I was very pregnant, yes?
It couldn’t have been more than a few days ago when I marveled over teeny, tiny Bubette in her great, big crib.
And yet this morning she “Hello, Mommy!”ed me from her crib, surrounded by three blankies, seven books, two ‘Lella’s*, Elmo, Cookie Monster and Olivia.
Although she was never a teeny tiny baby - born at nine pounds, five ounces -she sure seemed teeny tiny to me. Now she’s zooming around Disneyland, waving and smiling at ‘Lella, and generally charming everyone she comes in contact with.
This time last year she didn’t walk (at all) or talk (much) and now we can’t slow her down or shut her up. I feel like I need to prop my eyes open with toothpicks so I don’t miss another minute of her.
*Cinderella, of course.