She's Almost Two (And Almost Too Big For Her Entire Wardrobe)

A few weeks ago, I got stuck in a cycle of getting Gretchen dressed right from the laundry basket each morning. Clothing would get washed.. folded.. and then never quite make it up the stairs, and so this continued for a while until I was tired of the baskets taking up real estate on the stairs and in the hallway.

Eventually I knew it was time to clean out her dresser, just in case I could toss some of the smaller items into storage, or the giveaway pile.

As I dug through her drawers, I realized that there wasn't a single item in her entire dresser that still fit her. Every piece was too small... too short... so tiny. I folded the little shirts and onesies, placing them in a little pile inside a Rubbermaid container for "the next baby" and marveled at how much my tiny girl has grown.

When did this happen? From baby to toddler in the space of a breath. Even our fabulous daycare provider noticed how much TALLER she'd become over the last month or so... her 18M snowsuit no longer fits... she's got her daddy's long, long torso.

When was she small? I can't quite remember. These items all stacked so sweetly remind me of those days, but they almost seem unreal.

When she lays on my chest to nurse, I can hardly imagine her tiny body curled up in my arms. When she's running and chatting, signing and singing... she's my little girl now, my toddler, my child. She's got personality like you wouldn't believe, opinions, ideas... she's clever, she's crafty & she amazes me every single day.

In exactly one month she'll turn two and then I'll cry.

But I don't think I'll be sad.

Not like that.

Each age has been my absolutely favourite so far and I'm thrilled at the idea of what's to come. The "terrific twos" are going to be amazing and challenging and rewarding and I'm ready.

Let's take these steps together, little babe.

One... at... a... time.