By K.J. Cardinal
My baby... well, she's not a baby anymore.
The age of two is really the point in my mind when I feel that kids become kids and they are no longer babies or infants. She's a kid.
This realization saddens me quite a bit and, for some reason, every one of Anna's age-related milestones seem to turn more and more introspective for me. I mean this day is definitely all about her, but I can't help but think of how much she means to me, how much she has changed me and how much she motivates me.
The impact that Anna has had on my life is unfathomable... I couldn't imagine how I'd feel if I actually gave birth to her.
Anyway, Anna dove head first into her third year of life, literally. This morning, Anna went "ass over tea-kettle" (definitely a Kimism) as she fell down three stairs before Angie caught her.
Despite landing on her face (don't worry, Meme, she's OK), Anna got up and asked Ang to kiss her finger... so we knew she wasn't hurt that badly.
I guess the "terrible twos" have officially arrived. Excuse me while I batten down the hatches.