A few things have gone missing around here lately.
The baby gate that used to block the entry from the dining room to the kitchen migrated to the basement.
Nora is more than steady on her feet, can understand direction when we give it to her (though she may not always listen) and loves to come and go as she pleases. She essentially has full reign of the house.
The Bjorn is buried under toys on the floor of the backseat of my car.
Nora has long since surpassed the weight limit on the Bjorn. I should know; I nearly threw my back out the last time I tried to walk any distance with her in the carrier. My big girl prefers to walk alongside me now, holding my hand in parking lots and crowded areas.
Our nursing cover is stuffed in a corner in the hall closet, somewhere.
I’ve nursed in public only twice since I decided to remove the cover from my diaper bag, surprising even myself that I was comfortable enough to do so. I guess after two years I just don’t care to bother anymore. Nora and I never liked that thing, anyway!
We may have noticed that a few of our daughter’s “baby things” are being phased out, but in their place we’re seeing our big girl emerge; one who is adventurous,