Posh Tot

A couple months ago Maddison found this book hiding high in her closet, waiting for the day when she refrained from ripping pages out and graduated from board books. You would've thought I was keeping from her the most important information she'd ever need in her whole life by the way she reacted when I reluctantly let her thumb through the pages. Needless to say, it became a quick favorite, an every day read.

Little did I know the impact it would have on a girl's need to accessorize, or how broad it would expand the vocabulary of an 18 month old to include "fucshia," "plume," and "merci." No outfit is complete without her sunglasses, especially when at the pool. Tantrums arise when I try to help her drink bottled water. She prefers to sip on it all by herself.

I think I just have to accept that my baby just isn't much of a baby anymore. She's singing her ABC's, doing someraults, speaking in sentences, pretending, humming along to my music in the back seat, climbing, jumping (well, trying to), telling me what she wants for lunch, and pretty much just making me smile all day. I love my spunky little girl!