Leila is no longer a baby. Seemingly overnight, she turned into a child.
I know, it was bound to happen one day. I just wish I had a bit of warning. Perhaps a bit of transition time. Now she's running after her brothers and talking in full sentences (OK, perhaps 2 or 3 word sentences). She refuses to sit in her highchair and insists on sitting on a proper dining room chair just like her brothers.
Admittedly, we now say that we want to put her in a box and send her away somewhere. She's in the throes of the "terrible twos" where she DEMANDS what she wants WHEN she wants and if someone tries to stop her she SCREAMS. And there is no way to reason with her. ("Leila, it's time to put away the paints and come to the dinner table.")
Yes, we'll get through this phase too. And when that happens, I'll be sad too. Maybe.
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