If there was even a shred of denial left about Cece still being a little baby it went down the drain after bath time yesterday. I picked Cece up out of the tub, put her on the floor, wrapped her in a towel and she ran away. She ran away! I felt dizzy for a minute. But I am getting used to that feeling with picking up toys three times a day, darting towards her when she goes headfirst into the table corners, and having momentary panic attacks when she's out of sight and silent for 30 seconds. I know these stages will be gone in a whirlwind and I wouldn't trade this time for anything ...except maybe that toy sucker thing the Grinch has.
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