Part of me is a bit sad.
Tatum is growing up. Just today, as she was getting her haircut, I saw her as a little girl; not the toddler that she is. This of course is a reason to celebrate, but there is a teeny part of me that likes to keep her little.
If I could keep you little, Tot, I’d continue to pick your clothes and do your bow. But, then I’d miss someday you experimenting on ways to do your hair your way!
If I could keep you little, I’d cuddle with you and hold you, but then I’d miss out on you loving on Bella so tenderly as you do.
If I could keep you little, I would probably never want to change another diaper! This is one bonus of you getting bigger. Today, you wore your Dora pull-ups and used the potty through the day. You even ran to the throne in the rush to “make it” just in time!
I love you little, Tot, and I won’t trade the daily joy I get from being with you.
