And just like that...

We're out of baby land. She's done with bottles, formula, baby food and morning naps, and I'm not going to lie...I put it off for as long as I could until the thought of me carrying around my ten year old who's clutching her bottle of milk became something of a TLC reality show in my mind. I walked down the baby aisle today sort of instinctively and then thought to myself, I legitimately don't need anything from this section. Boo. When I returned to Indiana after an extended visit home to Florida I seriously put off packing her bottles up for at least a week, and then cried while I was doing it. Her actions are becoming so much more toddler like and purposeful, and while it's seriously so endearing and my favorite thing in the world I just can't believe how fast time has gone by.
I can't believe we already went from this...

To this...

Her little personality....ahem, her BIG personality is as follows. She's stubborn, bossy to the dogs, sensitive, SMART, and pensive. When you first meet her you might think she's trying to laser you to death with her stare but don't be alarmed. She does that with EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. She makes you earn her smiles by acting a fool, trust me, it works. She still loves music and will dance and sing to almost anything she hears from Chris Tomlin, Sugarland to Beyonce or The Black Keys. She's into stacking blocks, and taking things out of something and putting them back in (laundry out of baskets back into baskets is her favorite...not mine). She jabbers all through her dinner, snack time and most of her play time and can say lots of words! Mama, dada or dad, yaya, nana, pop, keke, guh-guh (guster), no (known that one for a LONG time), and uh-oh. I'm probably forgetting some too, because she's a genius I pretty much lose track. = )
We are blessed with this little soul to care for. She makes us happier than we ever thought possible and has brought the very best in us as people. She is the one who made me a mama, and that will be something special her and I always share as my first born. My little lady is growing up, although she still is completely refusing to walk (which given my current slow the heck down state) I don't care one bit. Take your time little love...there is certainly no rush.