Happy Monday, you guys! Today’s post is a little late but it’s not because I was up late last night celebrating a magnificent Manchester United performance, even though the performance was in fact, spectacularly magnifient. By the time the 5th goal was scored, I almost felt sorry for the husband who looked like he was in severe physical pain. And then they went on to smack 3 more glorious goals in after that.
The real reason for the lateness is because we brought the kids out for a post-celebratory/mourning breakfast with the kids and a couple of friends to not talk about soccer.
And as the kids were off running doing their thing, it dawned upon me that my baby girl is well and truly not a baby anymore. She used to be the only one who would stick around wanting to be carried while Truett went off playing with his friends. Today, I was all “Mommy carry, sweetie?” and she looked at me for all of 1 second before shaking her head and sprinting off.
It was much easier to let go of Truett’s babyness maybe because he’s a boy and ever since he was big enough to go off on his own, I’ve always had baby girl’s babyness to hold on to.
The next chance I got, I picked her up and asked “can mommy carry my baby?”
“I’m not a baby, I’m a big girl.”
Today, she categorically un-babied herself. So I get to browse all her old baby pictures and feel wistful about missing my baby.
For the benefit of new readers who haven’t seen much of Kirsten as a baby, here’s a before and after.