It's funny how when you have your first baby, you just can't wait for them to start doing everything. You want them to hit every mile stone early and tend to push them to grow up. With your second you tend to back off a little and just let them be, but still get really excited when they start to do everything.
Now I have my third. I'm sure it's silly for me to feel this way, but I am truly sad that she is growing up. I'm sad at how fast time is going by and I just really want her to stay little. She is the sweetest little baby and though I am loving to see her develop her personality, I just really want her to still be that little baby who I could just hold and love and cuddle anytime I want to. And of course she is motivated to do everything as fast and as soon as she can.
I don't know... maybe I'm just not looking forward to the terrible twos. I have one of those, and am constantly reminded of how much work it is.
Oh well! It can't last forever! But I am definately enjoying every minute.
