At this very moment (I know, because I schedule this to post right at that time) my “baby” is turning 18 months old. This is a big deal for me, because she hasn’t been all that baby-like for so long–she walks, talks, gets into all manner of mischief–that I’ve been holding on to “she’s not even 18 months old yet” as my way of comforting myself that my little Babypie is still a baby.
I must face the facts, however, and finally admit that Babypie is now a toddler. A full blown, personality larger-than-life, Princess Pitch-a-Fit toddler.
She was a fat, juicy 9lb 4oz baby:
A beautiful force of nature at a year:
Now she’s a 23 pound, lean, mean fighting machine:
So big that I’m pretty sure it shouldn’t be allowed:
And a right good dancer.
