My baby is turning 2. In 2 days. Just like that. How can this be?
I'm in serious denial about my Lulu Pop being 2. I just can't believe it. I can't help but think "what if this is my last baby?".
What if she really is my last baby?
I know everyone says "time flies", but time has really literally flown by here and my baby is now a 2 yr old toddler. Ugh, I cringe even typing the word toddler. I want to freeze time right now, this second and keep her this small, innocent and perfect.
Lilah doesn't talk as well as Eve did. I think Eve came out of the womb speaking full sentences. Lilah on the other hand says a lot of words, but doesn't put sentences together. She still acts "babyish", as where Eve was more "grown up" at this age.
She still has a bottle of milk at night. Some may say "she's too old for a bottle", but I don't care. She's my baby and she can have a bottle of milk if she wants. And sometimes, when I'm home with her on Fridays and on the weekends, she will ask for a "bubba" before her nap, and I give it to her. We cuddle and she drinks her milk.
She still sleeps in a crib. Some may also say that she should be in a bed, but again I don't care.
I'm trying to look forward with excitement as to what shes becoming and how much she flourishes, but I can't help but be really sad about her being 2. Some of you may think "she's crazy", but I'm really struggling with this.
I have the day off with her tomorrow and I am going to spend every second soaking up my 1 yr old. She will only be 1 for 1 more day.