Monday, June 25, 2012


This post is a little bittersweet.

My baby girl is not really a baby anymore - she's officially progressed to toddler. That is, 'officially' by my definition of where the baby/toddler divide is: she walks (toddles) unaided as a primary means of getting herself around. Last night after dinner, she walked herself from the dining table to the bathroom, with this giant grin on her face the whole way:

Adorable, isn't she? The matching nappy and singlet was a happy coincidence. We had removed the spaghetti covered clothing at the table so that the mess didn't spread - don't worry, the house was warm.

Given that she's definitely our last, she'll always be *my* baby, I guess, she's just not *a* baby anymore and that makes me kinda sad. I'm struggling a little to let go of the baby stuff - I've given a lot away, but there are some things that I haven't been able to yet, like the size 1 nappies (silly, I know), the baby capsule (it works so good with our stroller and was pretty expensive) and the very best of the clothes.

But, I must admit, I am looking forward to the day when I don't have to change nappies, or carry 3 bags everywhere we go, or worry about working around nap time. I just don't want that day to come too fast.

Experienced mummas - any advice on letting go of the babyhood (and baby stuff)?

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