I know this. I've known it for awhile; after all, she hit the 5.5 mark in June. SO not a baby. And I am okay with that. But, sometimes it hits me and I am surprised still.
This little one who has always
- been petite (and still is) now has legs that are long and muscular.
- let me brush her hair (though under protest for the tangles) now prefers to brush it herself AND does a pretty good job.
- had tiny feet (and really kinda still does) now has long, slender feet.
- been so slim (and still is) suddenly no longer fits in those 3T (yes, 3T) shorts.
She's started asking to attend day camp even when her BFF isn't attending. Says she "doesn't care" that she "still has fun".
She's working on getting that second loose tooth out.
She went on three "new" (to her) big kid rides this weekend. Rides she never would have tried if Daddy-O or I suggested it. But, let our friends' kids ask and she is all over it. She's on her way. She is almost a big kid.
And, if that weren't enough proof, she no longer needs to hold my hand. It's true. She wants to walk with the bigger kids--play with the bigger kids. She'll still hold my hand when it's she and I. We'll always have a connection, but she needs more now. She's spreading those wings and all I can do is watch and be here to guide her.


