She eats at the table like a big kid.
She only sits in her high chair if she climbs up herself.
She wants to walk. She doesn't want to be carried.
She tries to use the potty.
She wants to dress herself.
She insists on strapping herself into her carseat (with a little help from Mom).
She climbs on everything.
Libby has entered an independent stage. She knows what she can do and wants to do it herself. Part of me worries about the messes, bumps, bruises, and overall lack of baby-ness. More than that, I'm grateful that she is so smart, strong, confident, and capable. And I'm grateful that she still loves to cuddle.
She only sits in her high chair if she climbs up herself.
She wants to walk. She doesn't want to be carried.
She tries to use the potty.
She wants to dress herself.
She insists on strapping herself into her carseat (with a little help from Mom).
She climbs on everything.
Libby has entered an independent stage. She knows what she can do and wants to do it herself. Part of me worries about the messes, bumps, bruises, and overall lack of baby-ness. More than that, I'm grateful that she is so smart, strong, confident, and capable. And I'm grateful that she still loves to cuddle.
