Her hair is getting too long. Yesterday I experimented with piggy tails. She loved it.
Also, we finally retired the high chair and promoted her to a booster seat at the table. It was way past time. Now she’s so much happier about meals. And already trying to climb in!
It’s finally sinking it: she’s not my baby any more. She talks in sentences. She brings me book after book to be read. Oh and today she brought me a diaper full of poop. (Note to self, as cute as it is, don’t let the toddler run around in just a diaper and shirt. She needs pants.)
The cheek: just another hazard of toddlerhood. She fell and caught it on the corner of the book basket.
