Lately I've really been obsessing over the fact that Kate is getting older and is no longer a baby.
I hate it.
I mean, I love the fact that she's learning so many new words and doing so many new things. I am so proud of her and it thrills me so much to see her learning and growing, but it also makes me so very sad at the same time because I know she'll never be this little again.
I remember when I brought her home from the hospital everyone told me to 'enjoy it' and 'they don't stay little for long'. I completely blew it off at the time, but it was true.
Time has indeed flown by.
Matt and I always say, "We want you to stay yittle, Yittle" (as in 'little', only pronounced with a 'y' sound instead of the 'l' sound). One of her many (and I do mean many) nicknames is Yittle.
Yea, I know what you may be thinking and I do remember when I was pregnant that people told me not to talk to your baby in baby voices and to talk to them in a regular adult voice. Well, we didn't. It's not as fun that way. Plus, she likes it.
She's really been anxious to learn how to use a fork and spoon to feed herself. She's a big do-it-yourselfer. We've just started working on it, and tonight she got it. And guess who had a blame tear rolling down her cheek?! Get a grip, Hollie! It was the look of determination and sheer joy on her face that got me. I, of course, had on my proud face just like she did, only hers was way cuter.
It's weird that I can be so happy for her and yet so sad about her growing up at the same time.
I love hearing her try to say new words. I love her voice. I love the sound of it and how it already sounds a little country.
Tonight when I put her in bed and leaned down to hug her tight, I didn't want to let go. I just kept holding on and saying, "Hug Mommy".
She looked at me and through her pacifier said, "Mooove".
Thanks for slapping Mommy back to reality, Kate.
14 hours ago