At some point, a thief came in and took my little baby and replaced her with a toddler. A walking, signing, almost talking, toddler full of her own personality and attitude. I don't know when it happened, but happen it did. And while I miss the baby she was, I am loving this new stage she is in and am excited (though I'll never admit it out loud) to see her continue to grow up.
Walking in the craft store.
Has her yarn and her purse. That's my kinda girl. Well, minus the purse. :)
Where the heck did she learn this?!
This is my lunchbox. I'll carry it.