This week marks a milestone of sorts: Avery (who turns two years, seven months today) is now the age that Zoe was when Avery was born. It’s a difficult thing for me to wrap my head around: Though I remember like it was yesterday when Zoe walked into our hospital room in her Big Sister shirt, carrying four pink balloons (and later, holding her sister), in my mind she was somehow older, taller, and more mature than Avery is now. And I can’t imagine having a demanding newborn at home – not when Avery still needs us so much (“C’mon,” she’ll say to us, grabbing and pulling on our index finger) and still does things like put her hands up, look at me with big eyes and say, “Baby up, Mommy.”

Avery may be an active, verbal and now potty-trained (yea!) preschooler, but – either because of birth order or personality, or both - I still consider her my baby. (Then again, I suppose I always will.)

-M

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