A Sad Day

Why?

You might think me a wee bit of an idiot for being upset over this, but I packed away Livers' (real) high chair today. We're officially into the booster/high chair thing (you know, the combo that attaches to a regular kitchen chair), and I could cry. Packing away her high chair is like saying good bye to my little baby. She's starting to turn into a bona fide, albeit very short, little person. She can talk well (even in primitive sentences). She carries herself like an adult. She's starting to feed herself like an adult (eating like one, eh, not so much). She dances, she sings, she has opinions (God, does she have opinions), she displays and is starting to understand emotions in others. She's growing up.

She still does have enough baby in her for me to hold onto (for now). She's little. She doesn't have much hair (though it's growing fast. As long as she looks bald she'll feel like a baby to me.) She still has a little chunk on her thighs, though they're slowly whittling down to being skinny kid legs. She still has a cute little baby laugh, though every day I hear it evolving into a little girl laugh (which is adorable, actually).

I should try to see the positives in the situation, like having more floor and counter space in my kitchen. But all I can see is my little baby girl slowly becoming a tiny little lady, and it makes me sad...