Reality really sank in last week.
I look at Hanna and she wasn’t a baby anymore.
She was a running, scraped knee, non-stop talking toddler.
When did this happen?
Why do I feel like I missed something?
I don’t miss the baby part as much as I thought I might.
I don’t particularly care for the tired toddler with an attitude though.
But I do love having kisses blown my way.
I love doing “cheers” with our drinks at dinner.
I love watching her climb into or onto something new and then flashing me with that "oh so proud" smile.
I love that the diaper bag is getting lighter as the convenience of stopping to get something for Hanna to eat is AWESOME!
I have noticed that I am more tired then usual. I think I might take the lack of sleep thanks to a newborn over the exhaustion from chasing a toddler.
Ok so I’m lying about the last one…..I love every minute of being Hanna’s Mommy. I wouldn’t change anything about her or our time together.