Within the past two weeks, Mali has decided that she is now potty-trained, needs to sleep in her own bed, and doesn't need anyone to tell her how to pronounce words.
The potty training I'm down with, and sweet baby Jesus who wouldn't be (she's usually even dry in her overnight pullup in the AM). But even though I've wanted her out of my bed for two years, I didn't get a warning. Suddenly she's in her own big girl bed in the room she shares with Iz, and she's not looking back. Suddenly she's playing with Leelo's Starfall.com phonics program and reading the words before the program pronounces them for her. Suddenly I don't get to read her books without her stopping to ask or tell me what every fourth word is.
Suddenly she's really not a baby girl anymore. I just wasn't ready for that.