Big stuff.

Yesterday baby girl walked from the kitchen all the way down the hall to her bedroom. Today she has walked as much as she’s crawled. I guess we finally have an official toddler. She also mastered the climbing wall on her swing set. Where did my tiny squish of a baby go?

I keep thinking I want another baby, but then I realize what I really want is her to be that tiny again. The thought of having a toddler and a newborn is just ridiculously scary. How do people do it? I’m genuinely asking. Like, when the baby gets up every three hours in the middle of the night, does the other child wake up too? I can’t imagine wrangling baby girl while trying to breastfeed an infant. Good gracious, it sounds scary.