So yeah, I went from 7 weeks to 2 years and 4 months... poof. Where did it go? I realized today that Zoya is in this weird transition period. She's not a baby, not so much a toddler and not a little girl yet. Today provided the perfect illustrations of what I mean: I dropped her off at preschool for the first time. She cried a lot. My heart broke a lot. But mommy was a big girl and left her there. Eventually she was fine (of course) and settled in, painted, played etc. When I picked her up she said. "I lost you mommy. I love you. You dropped me off and went to talk to your friends." (not sure where she came up with that part but...) Later, we went to the playground and she wanted me to lift her up to do the monkey bars, which I did and she swung her legs up to hang by her knees and wanted me to let go of her (which I didn't). Then she proceeded to climb up on top of the monkey bars and sit there like a little monkey (me standing below her spotting her). In some respects she is quite fearless and quite the big girl. The whole goal in having kids is for them to grow up, right? But it's a wee bit sad at the same time.
