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Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Abby turns 2

On Saturday August 10th our little "baby" turned 2 years old. Time has gone by soooo fast. Where does the time go? I have been asking myself that very question all week long. She is always going to be stuck being called my "baby." No matter how old she gets I will probably always refer to her as my "baby girl." I can't help it,  that's what I have been calling her since the day she was born. But while she will always be my baby, she isn't always going to be a baby. Aaron and I are about 99% sure we are done having kids, so it is very bittersweet for me. She isn't always going to need me for everything in her life. She isn't going to need me to change her diapers, help her put her shoes on, or kiss her boo-boo when she gets hurt. And while I still have a lot to teach her, and a whole lot more parenting to do, it somehow seems to be going faster than her siblings did. I feel like I blinked and her baby stage was over, and that she skipped right towards the toddler stage.

She is growing and learning and I wouldn't have it any other way. I just need to cherish these moments that much more. As she grows, her needs are going to change, but she's still going to need me. I will miss the baby moments...

I love the fact that she is walking, talking, and on the verge of potty training. I do however miss those baby days. The days of sleeping on my chest, smiling for the first time, crawling, etc, but those days are gone. There will most likely be no more babies for me, but I will enjoy this new chapter.

Abby you are quite the little monkey. You love doing jumps off the couch and tables. You are my little tornado, always whirling from one thing to another, making messes along the way. You love playing with your sisters. You love giving hugs and kisses. You are always trying to be a "mommy" to your baby dolls or your little cousin Wyatt. You are such a good little helper----putting binkies or bottles in their mouth, and making sure they have a burp cloth.

You will always be my baby, Abby. No matter how old you are. Or how big you get. We love you so much and are so happy to call you ours.