More preciesely, I don't want my baby to grow up.
With Leah, I could hardly contain my excitement to watch her take on each new phase of life. Everything was sparkling shiny and new and full of funtastic-ness (new word alert! said the English teacher). It was all entirely too much fun. New foods? Let's do it! Talking? Bring it on. Crawling? How much fun!
This time 'round, I'm all like,
please don't sit in that high chair!
Please don't drink water from a sippy cup!
I know where this leads, and I don't like it.
Yes, this road begins a path that leads to the end of babyhood.
Boy, that was fast.