My bestest goodest girl

Time is kicking my ass. My baby girl is nearly 2 1/2. She can talk and run and jump and sing. She knows nearly every letter in the alphabet. She can count to 10. She knows all of her colors. She picks out her own clothes. She doesn't like to sit on my lap when I read books. She has her own opinions and ideas about our world.

But it's not just the things she knows that impresses me. Her body is long and lanky. Her skin isn't baby soft anymore. Her feet smell stinky after a hard day of playing. Her hair is becoming long and unmanageable. She is turning into a big kid.

Although we have days where she is cranky and mean and bossy, the good days far outnumber the bad. She is such a wonderful little girl. I am so lucky to have her in my life.


And don't even get me started on my little boy who can WALK across the room before falling down. I am getting all weepy over here. Sniff sniff.