This is my baby, Talia Isabelle. She is tiny and perfect and has 10 fingers and 10 toes.
So who, exactly, is this little girl?
In the last 2 weeks, Talia has gone from being my amazing, adorable, independent, strong-willed baby to being my amazing, adorable, independent, strong-willed little girl.
I just realized this morning that I didn't have any idea where the paper towels or lysol wipes were because I haven't cleaned up a potty-training mess in a couple of days. In fact, I haven't even reminded her to get on the potty for a few days, she goes all by herself now. She cries when I put a night-time diaper on her ("Me no baby! Panties!!!") but we're nowhere near being night trained.
She is refusing to sit in her booster or wear a bib ("No beeb! No beeb! All clean shirt!") and anything that even remotely resembles a sippy just will not do - real cups only, if you please. She's been using a real cup at mealtime for about a year, but she has one of those straw-style sippies during the day so she can get herself a drink if I'm busy with her brother.
In my most sentimental moments I wish somebody would please come tell this child she is not quite 2 yet! That means she's 1! A baby! But at the same time, it's so exciting to see the little person she's becoming. So I'll just suck it up, get her a drink in a real cup, and invest in several bottles of stain-remover for those supposedly all-clean shirts. Because, you know, when Tally likes something, so does her shirt.
Thankfully, at 4 months Declan is more than happy to still be my baby for awhile. :)