big girl

One day last month I woke up and I looked at my baby.  Except, I didn't see a baby.

 I saw a walking, talking, full-fledged toddler.

The type who climbs on tables, yells during church, un-folds my clothes, and completely melts my heart.

This is the age where my motherhood instinct kicks in and I think that I need another baby. Especially holding my friend's little tiny 6-week old. That being said, I love Katie's age. Quite frankly, toddlers are my absolute favorite and I adore everything about her. I love how much toddlers learn and grow each day. She asks "Dada" to read her a "boo" (book) everyday. Her favorite book is an animal board book I bought from the library for 50 cents. Best purchase ever. When she is hungry or thristy she points to the fridge and asks for a "stng chee" or a "drink." And she loves her brother and sister - and they love her.

Of course toddlerhood has its challenges. She is a constant stream of busy: climbing, dumping, jabbering, un-organizing, but not really playing. Katie, like her older sister before her, is a social player. She is not interested in playing alone. Luckily she has friends that are happy to oblige.

I've determined that I just can't blink anymore.