Beep is 16 months old, and sometimes I wonder where my baby went. I have loved every stage and every age, and I couldn't pick a favorite if I had to. Every day is more fun, and it is fascinating to see her become her own person.
Take this weekend, for instance, when I noticed she finally had grown enough hair to have bedhead.
Hey, man. Don't knock the rooster tail. It took us 16 months to get that sprout going. Baby mullet, here we come.
And then she used a spoon to eat breakfast.
Cabbage, you're on clean-up today. Heh, heh.
She rode on Cabbage's shoulders on the way to lunch. (This is the same spot Cabbage and I had an engagement portrait taken. How things have changed... And by things, I mean my thighs. Oh- and the extra person we created.)
Instead of eating, lunchtime was spent on socialization: checking out kids at other tables and waving bye-bye to everyone who walked past.
Sometimes I can't believe how fast she's growing. These small advances add up to Beep learning to make her own way in the world.
Be still, my heart.
But then, in uploading pics for this post, I saw this picture of her hand with Cabbage's hand and I felt better.
She's still a ways off from driver's ed.