My sprouts - that is, the ones that didn't kick it when I accidentally left them outside overnight with a frost - are doing wonderfully. I have moonflower and sweet pea vines searching for something to cling to. The couple of tomato plants that made it (wouldn't it figure that these would be the ones to go? How can I be Tomato Lady if I'm killing my tomato sprouts? Woe is me...) have thickening stems, and are beginning to branch out ever so slightly. The cosmos and my other veg/herbs are going gangbusters, fighting for space in their teeny-tiny confines.
They all seem to grow a little more each day. Watching them very closely, sometimes I swear I can see a stem get just a little taller. I know I'm imagining it, but it's not such a silly thing, really.
The Princess, like all kids, is very much like a sprout. Each day something changes...sometimes it's immediately apparent; sometimes it's more subtle. Her hair's a little longer. She seems taller when I get her out of bed. All of a sudden, her gym shoes no longer fit her feet. They were fine two days ago, but yesterday...not so much.
It's not always a visible change in her body, either. Her behavior is evolving in many ways, and I see her being sculpted into a little person...one careful step at a time. She looks out the window of the car or the bus, and she sees something that interests her. She points at it. She smiles. She engages me and The Hubbs, her teacher, our friends and family, in social contact...whether that be simple eye contact with a smile or reaching up to be held.
She's started napping again. Long, uninterrupted stretches of the deepest and most peaceful sleep I've ever witnessed. I could watch her for hours, and sometimes I do. And while I'm sitting there, trying with all my might to stay still and silent, I swear I can see her grow.
Too cute and so true. I'm amazed everyday by the new "thing" K is doing or saying or learning. Some days she eats like a hog and others, barely anything so I am always left wondering, are the days she eats so much a growing spurt? I've replaced all of the 24 month clothes with the 2T's. 2T = toddler. My baby is a full fledged toddler and she isn't even two yet! But still, I love every single second of it, even when I'm exhausted and pleading for her to "just work with me, kid!" It's the best, most rewarding, most difficult job in the world and I know we wouldn't trade not even one second of it.
ReplyDelete(P.S. Don't let her grow *too* much!!! It's too long between visits and I'm always jealous of her beautiful long hair. Poor K ;)
I can't get over the fact that Chloe was almost a year and a half old when Kaitie was born, and they're in the same size clothing. It kills me!
ReplyDeleteP.S. Poor K, my patootie! Her curls are to die for. ;)
You probably can! Love the comparison to a sprout!
ReplyDeleteI loved this post. My 3 are sprouting all over the place. :-)
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