For the most part I think Breanna is already growing up too fast. Already her wobbly and precarious sitting has been replaced by an ability to sit without any help for a really long time. This morning she sat and played ball with Hayley for ten minutes before she leaned too far and toppled over; Hayley would roll her the ball and Breanna would pick it up, scratch it, taste it, chew it, and then she’d drop it and flail her legs until she kicked it back. Other times she can spend at least ten minutes “walking” – I’ll hold her hands, she’ll pull herself up and start marching while I help her move around thhe room.

So I keep looking at her and wondering what happened to the baby who barely even moved and wasn’t aware of much other than being hungry or being tired.

But there are a few phases I’m looking forward to saying good-bye to. I can live without the hair pulling phase. Even with my hair in a constant ponytail, she manages to find some to yank on. It’s a completely normal baby thing but holy ow. Another one? The rip the glasses off Mom’s face and toss them phase. Also perfectly normal baby behavior but my poor glasses! I’m not used to it either because when Hayley was a baby I wore my contacts most of the time; my contacts are so old that I only wear them if I’m going out so my glasses are on most of the day (except when they’re being flung across the room).

But most of all I look forward to the end of the spit-up days. It’s certainlly not her fault, but wiping up spit-up milk from the floor and the chairs is getting old, as is putting on a clean shirt only to have it puked on minutes later. Yesterday the poor thing was all of two minutes out of the bath when she spit up all over her nekkid self. Sheesh. It’s not as bad as Hayley’s spitting up; when she was a baby, she spit up so much that I took her to the doctor three times before I finally believed that she was perfectly fine and I compulsively kept an eye on her weight gain to make sure she wasn’t losing what with all the milk that was constantly coming back up. And I only ever bother with a bib for Breanna when she’s having solids, whereas Hayley could deasily go through five or more bibs in one day (and outfits. And receiving blankets. Oh, the *laundry*.). Still, it’s frequent enough with Breanna that I look forward to it ending.

It’s funny how we want them to slow down with the growing up yet we can’t wait to move out of certain things. Please stay my baby except for this small list of things.