Since she turned one MiniM.E. is running and jumping and talking in sentences and singing songs and drawing pictures. She's weaned and loves quinoa, avocado and broccoli. She is potty trained and picks out her own outfits down to the underwear and socks EVERY DAY. And now this:
I wasn't so sad about weaning because seriously, it was time. I definitely wasn't sad about the potty training. Is anybody sad? But the toddler bed almost brought tears to my eyes. My little baby is growing up. AND can now ransack her room at night. Definitely sad-worthy. But oh so cute!