It happened in an instant.Every few months, your children grow up. Now, I know, chronologically speaking, they're always growing up. But that's not what I'm talking about.We were at a science museum. My 14-month-old just desperately trying to keep up with her older sister. Pushing all the buttons she could possibly reach. Climbing all the stairs she could find.That didn't do it.We entered an area for younger kids and babies. And she left all the toys and activities behind to make a beeline for...a baby. Sitting in her mother's arms, too young for much else.For the first time, my /gulp/ toddler, noticed a baby. Something inherently different than her.And so, we leave babydom. We leave the land of bouncers and Sophie the Giraffe. And we enter Toddlerhood, population 1 more.A little bit of me mourns. While she might always be Baby Julie to some, she relentlessly keeps getting older, and farther away from infancy.A bigger part of me rejoices. For I remember this age, having done this before. Julie will keep surprising me, by fearlessly feeding a real giraffe a carrot treat, like she's done it a million times before. By learning a new word or two every day, it seems.And I don't know about you, but I like surprises.So, while I may need a moment to wave goodbye to the baby you were, you keep climbing those stairs, sweet girl. Keep feeding that giraffe.I can't wait to see what's next. via /r/Parenting http://ift.tt/2ugwNai
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