It was funny seeing her in my dress. While I don't remember actually wearing it, the photo above has been a framed portrait in my mom's house since I was a little girl, so the dress was no stranger. Where Annelie pulled it out from, I have no idea (ew, can you say moth balls?), but seeing my youngest daughter, the one who looks and acts the most like me, wearing my dress from when I was the same age... well, it was a little big strange. And very cool.
In only a few weeks, Annelie won't be two any more. I'm not gonna lie... I look forward to the days when Annelie-Age-Two will only be a memory. As much as it freaks me out that my little girl is growing up, I'm so excited be done with the impulsive two-year-old behavior (at least until she is a teenager and the impulsive two-year-old behavior comes back again... but I have some time for that, still).
I can't wait to see what kind of little girl she grows into. She's smart (so stinkin' smart) and funny (SO darned funny), she is beginning to show the signs of a talented artist and singer (creative genius!), and she can sing the alphabet perfectly (okay, I pretend not to hear when the letters blur during the ENEMENNOWPEE part) - the world is her oyster and it is just starting to open.
In the meantime, I now have to sing Rock-a-Bye Big Girl, because we aren't allowed to use the 'baby' word around her anymore - she is NOT a baby, says she. I try to explain that she's not a baby, but she is MY baby.... that doesn't fly.
Two is a funny age for kids, don't you think? Especially when they are on the brink of being three. Still too young to be independent, but too independent to be babied.
Such funny little creatures, those two year olds.