
It’s with a bittersweet taste in my mouth, and a certain heaviness in my heart that I type this post.

Just yesterday it feels like I was pregnant with my sweet baby, Ariana. In the blink of an eye she was rolling, smiling, crawling, even cooing.
The next moment she was standing, walking on her own, giggling. How soon following she started saying “dada” then “mama” and then “uh-oh.” Now she says “bite,” “budder” (brother), “GO!,” “Tink eww,” (thank you) and so much more!!
Now, she can almost run, and really tries her hardest to jump. She dances, sings (which is more of a hum), and has her own personality. She even drinks from a grown-up cup sometimes!

Falling at about the 70th percentile for both her height and weight, I imagine she will be tall and lean. This, no doubt, has been the
genes on her father’s side of the pool. As a matter of fact, most of her physical features have come from her father, aside from her deep blue eyes which are a very dominant trait on my side of the family. Oh yes, and the size of her head is for sure inherited from me, since she is in the 95th percentile there.
What I’m trying to get at is that my daughter…. my baby…… is growing up. She is a toddler. As
overwhelming as all of this is for a Mommy like me, it also opens new doors and opportunities. She can run and giggle and play with her big brother, who adores her so much.
They are pretty much amazing together.
I hate that she isn’t a baby anymore, but I love and adore the toddler she has become!