Stay Little Forever

The day Alivia was born I thought for sure she wouldn't grow up.

I thought she would stay little forever.

If I would have known how fast it was going to go I would have cuddled longer, sang softer, and loved more.

Don't get me wrong I do a-lot of cuddling, singing, and loving, but the little girl that I held just 6-very-short-months ago is gone.

Now I have this little human that is exploring her world, eating cereal, and playing on the floor by herself.

A little human that is just ounces away from doubling her birth weight.

Geez.

Yesterday we went to the Dr.

"She is perfect"--I like hearing that.

Sure she doesn't sleep all night, but I am okay with that.

It means she still needs me.

I hope the needing never stops.

My baby ate "real food" for the first time last night.

Papa Bear and I took turns feeding her, she didn't really know what to think...

and this was one her reactions:

This morning was a different story.

She took big bites, like she was an ol' pro.

Tears rolled down my face as my little girl ate her first big-girl-breakfast.

Someone please tell me the milestones get easier.