Elizabeth is now 2 years, 8 months, and 2 days old. She has officially been a "big girl" for some time now. She learns new things every day and amazes me with some of the things she says. She is so very stubborn and challanges me daily. (So far, I usually win, even if not at first.) She's very independant and will rarely ask for my help for anything. She knows what she wants, even if her mind changes three seconds later (hey, its her perogative). She is crazy smart (at least in my opinion). She counts to 39, learned her ABC's around her 2nd birthday, and can sing songs with me by the 2nd or 3rd time she hears them.
She's growing up. So very fast.
However, at night time, when it is time for her bedtime routine, she turns the light off and shuts the door, tells me to say "muahaha" while she makes her way across the dark room to turn the sound machine and lamp on, and then she goes to her crib for her binkys. She sticks one in her mouth and holds on to the other, and comes over to me to climb up in my lap.
This is when she is still my baby. When she just curls up in my arms with a binky in her mouth. I realize that at over 2.5 years old, she is probably a little too old for her binkys. I don't think either of us are ready for her to part with them quite yet though.
Soon enough she won't have them any more. Soon enough she won't want to cuddle up on my lap for books and stories and songs and giggles before bedtime. Soon enough she won't be my baby, in the literal sense of the word. She'll go from a little girl to a grown woman entirely way too fast. But for right now, she is still small. And I will enjoy these binky faced cuddles while I can.