The state of the baby
November 28th, 2007 by Liss
My baby is not a baby anymore. I know that, and one of these days I will actually accept it. Possibly she will have children of her own at that point, but I’m sure that one day I will be willing to admit that she is really, truly not a baby anymore.
Eh, who am I kidding? She will always be my baby. Even though she is TWO YEARS OLD NOW. Seriously, wasn’t I still pregnant - like, yesterday?
She had her two-year checkup this morning, and she is growing fabulously (finally!). She has made it all the way to the 49th percentile in weight at just over 26 pounds; she’s on the tall side at just over 35 inches, and she still has a big old melon for a head (the better to hold her stupendous brain). She’s smart, she’s happy, she’s adorable (everyone says so! it’s not just me being a doting mama!) and she is far and away the best thing that ever happened to me.
I always said the one thing I really wanted was to be a mother. Now all I really want is to find a way to become the mother that my daughter deserves.