No more bottles, or sippies, no burp clothes, or bibs. (Well, she needs a bib, but refuses to wear it.) No more onesies (potty training soon.) No more patroling for polly pocket shoes or Legos or other tiny things that babies like to put in their mouths.
You see, after nearly 13 straight years of baby stuff in our house...suddenly...there are no babies.
Oh, she's still my baby. But she's becoming a big girl so quickly. By summer, I expect we'll be done with diapers as well. Seriously. I never imagined that day would come. Some part of me thinks that I should be celebrating...screaming from the rooftops! Wooohoooooo!!! We made it!!
And yet here I am...in tears thinking about how wonderful it is to have a baby in the house, and how I'm going to miss these difficult/simple times. It's all I've known for a long time. God has been so good. Thank you God. Thank you. thank you.
And God bless Anne on her 2nd birthday! You're still my baby girl.
