No longer a baby

Although it pains me to say it, Buggy is officially no longer a baby. This makes me want to cry a little (ok maybe a lot?) but at the same time I love it. I love watching her become a kid. I love watching her pretend to sell "pies" (a plate full of woodchips) to her friends in exchange for "money" (grass). I love it when she calls her cousins "annoying" (which, let's be honest, they can get a little annoying). I love it when she sings "a big fat lady sat upon my hat!!" at the top of her lungs. ( I love it when she sings anything but that one especially makes me laugh). I love it when she flashes her dazzling smile and says "sorry mom" because she thinks that if she says sorry, she can do whatever she wants. I love it when she kisses Pep and says "oh, you're ok little fat man". I love her mad rock climbing skills and how she can blow up a balloon by herself (how she acquired this kind of lung capacity, I have no idea). I love it when she bosses our dogs around and they actually listen. I love it when she tells her dad that it's her turn to drive the car. I love it when she hugs me and says "oh! I love you SOOO much!" and i love that when i say "i love you more" she says "i love you most!" I love all the little things she is learning although... Some of them I only love because it's her doing it. I don't actually always love the act itself.