I'm the Baby, Gotta Love Me

Mila has always been good or one thing - reminding you that she's a baby. She has used the words for as long as she has been able to talk. If you ask her to clean up her toys, "But I'm a baby!" If you prompt her to eat like a big girl, "But I'm not a big girl! I'm a baby!"

I like it. Not only does it remind me of that Dinosaurs TV show from a zillion years ago, it's nice having a kid who isn't in a hurry to grow up. The other one is already planning for her retirement, so at least someone knows how to chill and live in the moment.

And then Mila took a sledgehammer to my happy.

In the past few weeks, she has made up her mind to sleep in her own bed, "Because I'm a big girl."

She very suddenly, and without warning, lost her mind over the fact that she had a booster seat at the kitchen table. It had to be removed RIGHT that second OR ELSE. "I'm a big girl! I don't need a big chair!" Could I get a little warning on these things? Do we have to make these decisions between bites of yogurt? And if she's so big, why was there a month's worth of casserole ingredients under her booster seat? Big girls don't miss their mouths, you know?

And now Mila has taken to telling me about the things she no longer does because she's not a baby. She doesn't need diapers. She doesn't use the baby toothbrushes. She's so totally over baby shows like Paw Patrol and the like.

Poor Skye. She had no idea she was about to be dumped.

I'm going to have to change the name of this website, aren't I? I'm like two seconds from having a 4-year old throw a tantrum because there are no babies in our house.

Ugh.

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[Mary]

I say "Not the Momma" a lot. I'm the oldest one on my team and they tend to call me Momma. I am a nurturer. It's the Italian and Irish Grandmother in me. I feed them too.