Eleanor's getting so big these days, with the Big Girl Bed and the potty training, and I want to never forget how little she still is. How she says 'cake' instead of 'kick' and pronounces 'warm' like 'werrrrm.'
What I love about little kids is how they just go for it, language-wise. Eleanor's in the lake at Waskesiu all THE IGUANAS ARE EATING MY TOES and I'm like, You mean piranhas but yes. And the other day she referred to a bunch of black-eyed susans as 'black-eyed princesses.'
I think what's sad about having your second baby is that doing so puts a pin in your first baby's babyhood. I mean, Eleanor was already a toddler, but she was also my baby. Now she's not my baby because I have a new baby.
Go ahead and get bigger, Eleanor. But never, ever stop love/hating a lime.