sweet

Molly's getting older and growing up. She'll be one in a few weeks. We're gradually weaning now, and it's bitter sweet because with each baby thing she outgrows other special experiences replaces it. She isn't eating baby food anymore, just table food; nursing is going away, whole milk in a sippy cup; she's outgrowing clothes left and right. She's doing "patty cake" and "so big," giving five and working on touching her nose. She put the baby bottle in the doll's mouth, stacking blocks, pushing her doll stroller as she walks around the house and loving on her baby. She just LOVES this dog. She gets so excited she just has to grab her tummy and bounce.