Lately, I’ve been noticing a slight shift in my baby girl. She’s still got a long while to go, but she’s slowly making the steps (figuratively, not ready for literally) from baby to little girl. She eats non-pureed food. She understands a lot more words. She’s devious and perceptive and don’t think for a second her own parents can pull one over on her – she outsmarts me even on a good day. And she changes so fast, it’s blink and you’ll miss it. I look over and see a sneaky little girl standing on a chair and eating cheerios off of a tray. I look back a second later and there’s just a giggling baby playing with blocks on the floor.
I don’t like change but I like this change. I think I’m ok with it. I mean, ask me again after her second birthday, but I was under the impression that we don’t have kids to have babies forever. I quite like the idea of a walking, talking human companion that I just happened to have made. I love her changes. It’s harder to see the little girl in person since she is so joyously and freely living the high baby life. Usually, Scarlet is putting things in her mouth or laughing uproariously. It’s the pictures we take that show the truth. Our little baby is deep. Our little baby is growing up beautifully:
Cassidy thinks she looks sad in the one above. I agree, but I know she wasn’t sad when the picture was taken. I think she just feels things she doesn’t understand yet.