Libby has officially been a toddler for months. She does many toddler-like things (walking, beginning to talk, acting sassy), but she is still a baby to us. Not only is she the baby in the family, she still looks like a baby.
But now, it's happening...
Every now and then, I glance at Libby and see a toddler. Those moments come more frequently than they did even a week ago. In time, they will take over, and the baby moments will fade into a memory.
I love watching our children grow, learn, and progress. Even so, these transitions tug at my heart strings.
Perhaps this is why-- after packing away another 6-9 month shirt (yes, she's that little)-- I indulge Libby's preference for bottles. After all, she can't look like anything but a baby when she holds a bottle.
