mell

It's strange the little milestones that pass quickly as a parent at this age. Schuyler is almost eighteen months and blooming each day into a more complex, interesting and interested little girl. The bottles are now all cups. The morning nap is now a resting session where she talks to her animal friends in the dark for 45 minutes. The breakast cereal is actual cereal: no more rice cereal, now actual Cheerios in milk like a real kid. The words she uses are almost real words ("mell" for "milk", "nah nah" for "night night", "flower" for... well, "flower"). As she understands more and more, it sometimes makes me a little sad that the little baby who understood only the basics of life (eat, poop, sleep) is now a sleep deprived past life.

I think this is why people have more babies - it is a way of going back in time to relive that past again only to find it coloured and transformed by the personality of the new little being. I wouldn't change this though. I wouldn't change the miraculous laughter and the mental blossoms that burst out of her every day and paint the evolving portrait of Schuyler and our family. So chill with your milk, Sky. And just don't grown up too fast.