Meg doesn't want to be a baby any more.
She doesn't want to be fed. If we try to feed her she grabs the spoon, flinging food everywhere. She doesn't want to be lifted, liking instead to snarfle and sigh as she makes her own way onto the sofa or chair. She doesn't want to be pushed, prefering to use her own two feet to power her ride on bug, or to walk along the side of the stroller. She is ready to go her own way, and to let us know it.
Meg also is letting us know that, as no longer a baby, she now has discerning tastes. She no longer will just eat whatever we feed her, even if we are letting her feed it to herself. Fruit of any kind is still a big favorite, but most vegetables have now fallen out of favor. She does NOT like cottage cheese, and will act insulted if presented with it. Same thing with toast without jelly. Of course, toast with jelly is simply licked clean of said jelly, and then given to the dog. She says "uh oh" as she drops it into Sally's gaping maw though, so we think it's an accident.
Meg's entertainment preferences are very definite in that she only has one: "Baby Einstein's Baby McDonald." It was so nice for my Mom to introduce her to it. I only hope I can eventually retun the favor. Now Meg wants to watch it every hour of the day, and wanders the house asking for "yi yo." She doesn't want to watch it alone, either, she wants someone to sit with her so the subtle nuances of the creepy limbless pig puppets can be discussed. It would drive me totally insane -- but it's the only time she still wants to sit in my lap and let me hold her like a baby. Also, it's fun to listen to her commentary on the "babies" and "moo" cows. Once it's over she pushes herself down, waves, and is onto her next activity. It makes me wish it would never end.
Oh, how we love our girl.