I wear the rompers in this relationship.

mommy and me | bebewears.com

toddler jean jacket | bebewears.com

mommy and me photos | bebewears.com

mommy and me photos | bebewears.com

mommy and me photos | bebewears.com
Bebe outfit details: similar toddler jean jacket, trapeze dress, toddler vans
Mama outfit details: black jumpsuit, similar strappy heels

This bebe is two years old and has a mind of her own. She has a POV on all things, including how we pronounce words, what we should eat, where we should sit, and more recently, what she should wear. This extends to everything from her pajamas, to her socks, to her panties (#pottytraining), to the bow in her hair.

And to the shoes – THE SHOES. The other day I was breaking down a shoe box for recycling when she dashes over to me and squeals, “Mama, you got me new shoes?!”

I’ve created a monster (and sidekick).

P.S. One of my more humbling sartorial pursuits as of late was this jumpsuit.

 

I wear the rompers in this relationship.

Bebe, bare feet, buffalo plaid.

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IMG_8443_20160904_bebewearsOutfit details: hair bow, romper, elephant (gift)

You’ve seen this romper before. But this face — man, it’s changed.

I went to her closet to pick out her outfit today and saw this romper hanging there. Just for fun, I thought I’d see if it still fits. And it does(ish).

This matters to me because bebe has changed so much since she last wore it. I keep a journal, and as I documented some recent milestones last night, I felt overcome by the fact that she’s not an infant anymore.

That she fits into this wee romper — my little one who’s always been in the 99th percentile for just about everything — means something to me, and it’s that she’s still my baby girl.

Bebe, bare feet, buffalo plaid.

Toddlerdom.

baby denim | bebewears.com

baby hair bows | bebewears.com

toddler sandals | bebewears

bucket purse | bebewears.com

lifestyle blog | bebewears.comOutfit details: hair bows, denim shirt, bermuda shorts, sandals

It’s a funny and bittersweet thing – toddlerdom.

For example:

  • When did we go from describing the place she sleeps as a “nursery” to her “room?”
  • When did she start having a preference on which shoes she’d like to wear?
  • When did she learn that she can decide who to kiss?

I’m – at the same time – so wistful about and grateful for how fast she grows. She confounds me daily, this ridiculous creature who made me a mom.

Toddlerdom.

Lately.

mommy and me pictures

mommy and me pictures

mommy and me pictures

mommy and me picturesBebe outfit details: Chloe kids dress, baby Pumas
Mama outfit details: maxi dress

It’s been over 6 months since I last posted. Bebe has grown a lot. A LOT.

How can I even summarize at this point? Try, try, try:

  • She walks (she runs)
  • She wears a ponytail
  • She eats (and eats)
  • She pets the dogs
  • She dances
  • She talks (well, some)
  • She has teeth we brush
  • She has nails we cut
  • She holds my hand
  • She has stinky feet

Man, I love this girl.

Lately.

Sweater weather.

baby hair bows | bebewears.com

baby fashion blog | bebewears.com

baby tee | bebewears.com

lifestyle blog | bebewears.com

working mom blog | bebewears.comOutfit details: matching bow and pencil skirt, baby tee, baby chucks

It’s finally starting to feel like fall around here, which makes me insanely excited.

It’s the season for boots, scarves, and sweaters, and it occurs to me that I now have a BABY. This means it’s also the season for baby boots, baby scarves, and baby sweaters.

Oh, and I just ordered a baby purse. I’m out of control.

Sweater weather.

About a girl.

baby romper | bebewears.com

baby headband | bebewears.com

plaid romper | bebewears.com

etsy baby moccasins | bebewears.comOutfit details: headband, romper, moccasins

Is my baby really crawling? Is she really pulling up on everything, making pterodactyl noises, and reaching for me?

Is this crazy, spirited girl who licks her chops while I eat — and bites the shit out of me when she eats — really mine? When I hear her warrior battle cry, I laugh and then hope that she will grow up to be hearty, steadfast, and powerful.

I think about the complexities of making a person and how she could have just as easily developed into someone else. But she was born our girl — our spunky, silly, delectable daughter.

When I feel the weight of her in my arms, I swear I could fly.

About a girl.