Big girl
It’s been clear for many weeks now that Zoe is a little girl – not a baby. She just had her one-year birthday, but evidence of her graduation from babydom can be found in places other than the calendar. Consider:
-Her schedule: Always a good sleeper, Zoe took three naps a day until she was 10 months old. She’s been religious about her 9 AM and 1 PM naps since then, but she recently started rejecting her morning snooze. (She skips it at home on occasion, and Elena reports that she *never* naps in the morning anymore at daycare.) Although *I* might not be ready to say good-bye to this break (er, I mean nap), the books tell me that dropping it is pretty typical for toddlers.
-Her diet: Though she still enjoys an occasional jar of Gerber, Zoe is eating more and more “real people” food these days – and her dependence on (my) milk is lessening. She’s not crazy about whole milk (obviously she doesn’t take after her Grandpa Larry in this area!), but she gets her calcium by filling up on yogurt and cheeses.
-Her wardrobe: An increasing number of shirts and pants are being tucked away into storage these days, and Zoe is more comfortable in 18-24 month clothes now. (Her pot-belly, I think, is to blame.) She’s also fitting into clothes that I once looked at and could never imagine her wearing. Q and I would look at the long legs on a pair of pajamas, for example, and ask one another, “Do you think she’ll EVER be this big??”
-Her bed: Once upon a time, Zoe’s crib appeared about 20 times larger than she was. (We plunked her in the middle of the crib when we first brought her home from the hospital, and she loooked like a pea lying there. Needless to say, it felt way too big and scary for her, and she cried hysterically.) These days, she fills up the majority of the space; sometimes when I check on her at night I’m shocked to see such a big girl lying there!
-M