I'm a Big Kid Now

I am putting a disclaimer on this post.  Isabelle is going to really hate me for writing this post in about 5 to 10 years but today she willfully and excitedly gave her permission for me to blog about this. Therefore anything I say can and will be held against her in a court of law, or at the dinner table when her friends are over. 

**As a completely unrelated note she also promised me yesterday that she wouldn't date until she turns 41.  I thought that was a little extreme so I granted her permission to date at 31.**

My baby is growing up.  The milestones seem to be getting farther apart and while I still love them coming I am beginning to get sad that we have passed so many by already.  Isabelle found out a few weeks ago that her 3 year old cousin didn't need to wear pull ups to bed anymore.  She thought this was a strange concept since she is older than her cousin.  She decided that if her much younger cousin could sleep in "big girl" underwear then she should be able to too!  Since she is my first child dealing with this I have no idea what a reasonable goal/expectation should be for a 5 year old in this situation.  We agreed that if she could stay dry for 10 nights in a row that she could sleep with her big girl underwear.  Well, much to my happiness and dismay she accomplished that last night.  Her she is doing a victory dance...

 

The thing I am most worried about is that it has only been 3 days since she started sleeping in the top bunk in Williams room.  I am hoping with all my motherly might that she won't have any accidents for the rest of her life. Is that too much to ask?

 

"Oh yes, we won't be needing these icky things anymore!"  is what I think she's saying.  I won't miss buying them either.  That literally is flushing your money down the toilet.

 

I understand now how sad I made my dad when I started to refuse to wear my hair in pigtails.  I know our days of pigtails are numbered just as our days with pull ups were.  There are some things she can never grow out of though, like those baby fat cheeks.  Sorry Isabelle, those come from generations and generations of chubby cheeked people.  It's our family's trademark.  And I hope that when you are 31, dry, and pigtail free, you will find a man who just adores your pinch-able chubby cheeks as much as I do!