So, I realize I'm way out of the blogging habit and I'm way behind. I promise I'll post Easter, Denver, Birthday pictures soon...
ANYWAY, I never thought I'd be the type of mom to be sad to see her kid get older, like cry when they start going to nursery or something, which I didn't, for the record. But, in the last few days I've realized that my baby isn't so much a baby anymore and I'm feeling a little sad about it. It was brought to a head today when a took Anna to get her first haircut. It was much needed, and I have been putting it off forever (subconsious stalling, maybe?) I took her to my friend Megan and she got a cute little grown-up girl cut. (Pictures to come, I promise.) All of sudden Anna morphed from a piggy-tailed baby into a little girl.
Then to top it off, our crib full on broke apart last night, with Anna in it. The full story will have to wait for another post (it's a good one), but it forced us to rush Anna into a "big girl bed" aka her crib mattress on the floor. She is over the moon about her new bed and spent a good portion of the day setting up stuffed animals, reading, and jumping on her new bed. To me it's another sign that Anna is growing up into a little girl and the days of crib confinement are drawing to a close.
I know I should be embracing this new time. No more night feedings, she can feed herself, communication is much easier, she's so fun to play with, seperation anxiety is finally ending, but I can't help but miss the cooing, cuddling, and carting around of only a few pounds of pudgy, patchy-haired Anna.
Anyone else out there had any never-thought-it'd-be-me mom moments?