To be grown

If I didn't know better, I'd think Hollyn coined this phrase.

I have never met a baby who was more determined to be a big girl than she is. If sissy does it, she has to do it too. If I eat it, I'd better intend on sharing, or there will be fit that follows. And if I dare try to leave the room without her, she will put her little knees to the challenge and follow. In essence, she has an undeniable desire to be grown.

While I can't wait to see the little person she will become, I wish I could get inside her little head and beg and plead with her not to rush it all away. I feel like when Libby was little there were times when I was so ready for the next phase or the next milestone that I didn't make the most of all the little moments. I didn't spend enough time getting lost in the way she smelled after her bath, or sit and just play, play, play until her little heart was content. I didn't let her tear up my new magazine or chew on the remote control when it was the only thing that would soothe her little achy gums. I didn't sneak into her room enough to watch her sleep and didn't spend enough time trying to squeeze as many giggles as possible into each and every day. Fortunately, I'm a girl who learns from my mistakes, and I won't be making those twice.

So, as my baby girl spends her every waking moment trying to be the baby who moves the quickest from learning to crawl to learning to run, I'll spend my days wishing I could slow down the clock. Maybe I should schedule a lunch date with ole' Father Time....think he can pencil me in? Maybe I can catch him on Twitter....I mean, WHO doesn't have a Twitter account these days?

Until then, I think I'll try to teach her to drink from a sippy cup, which will be no easy task considering that THIS is how the big girls do it: