This month has been really hard. It is the month we realized Meg growing up isn't just a cute possibility, but a concrete reality; and that we not only have to let her, but help her do it.
This is the month we moved from a high chair to a booster. When we put the playpen away. When we started thinking about buying a toddler bed because the crib is having a hard time containing her. When she started not only wanting to sit on the potty, but peeing when we set her on it. When I looked in her face and saw what she will look like as a teenager.
Yeah, I almost lost it then.
While I'm sad to not have a baby any more, and wonder where that time went (I mean, those nights when she wouldn't sleep seemed endless, how did they go so fast?), every day that we get to see Meg grow and change and turn into the wonderful little person is becoming more than makes up for it. While we have learned she is extraordinarily stubborn, and will do what ever it takes to get her own way, we have also learned how loving and kind she is. She cannot hear a baby crying without wanting to help, and she is always willing to share with anyone -- even the dog. I kind of wish she wouldn't share with Sally though; that dog is packing on the pounds.
It is also fun to see just how smart Meg is, and how her mind works. Things like memorizing colors or shapes aren't interesting her, but she can sing full songs, repeat back things she heard only once, and is utterly fearless when it comes to trying new things. She will yell "I try it" before jumping on the monkey bars, or climbing up a net, or going down a slide. We just run alongside to make she she doesn't get too hurt. Meg also makes up the most fabulous dances, and is trying to tell jokes. Yes, the jokes suck, saying "diaper" when holding a shoe and then laughing uproariously is not high comedy, but she's trying.
Our growing girl is also becoming a master of manipulation. The other day she started screaming when I was leaving for work, yelling "cuddle, Mama, cuddle." I got her out of her crib and was about to call and quit my job when she hopped down off my lap, looked back at me, and said "I want fruit leather" as she ran to the kitchen.
I would be mad if she wasn't damn cute.
Oh how we love our (rapidly getting bigger) girl. Love, love, love our girl.