Today, Tabby wore her “I am this many” t'shirt that we bought her over a year ago. I was not concerned that she still fits in it (indeed, she has plenty of room in it), but more that in just ONE MONTH, it will not be correct. She will not be one. She will be TWO.
Her first birthday made me wistful and a bit sad, but she still seemed like a baby to me. But somehow two is a bit worse. I'll go ahead and blame it on pregnancy hormones (work with what you've got), but I also think it's that she's REALLY not a baby anymore. She walks … and runs. She talks … expressing herself with a degree of clarity that I really didn't expect at nearly two. She plays pretend. She chooses her own clothes and puts some of them on (mostly her shoes). She has distinct likes and dislikes, including a favorite TV show (well two anyhow – Barney and Little Einsteins). She can even be a bit manipulative and she's definitely asserting her independence.
This is what she's supposed to be doing. I am grateful that she's developing and growing just as she should. But it definitely makes me a bit sad. It all went very fast. At least she still loves to snuggle.
The Tabister certainly is an awesome little lady. Happy almost birthday!