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.
Bebe outfit details: chambray shirt, tulle skirt, fox tights, kids chucks
Mama outfit details: similar lace top
Papa outfit details: LOL
You’d never guess that 20 minutes before these photos were taken, bebe threw up all over herself in the car. Thanks to mom foresight, she wasn’t in her outfit yet.
Outfit 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.
Outfit details: hair bows, denim shirt, bermuda shorts, sandals
It’s a funny and bittersweet thing – toddlerdom.
- 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.
Bebe 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.
Outfit 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.
Outfit 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.