becoming a big girl

Hello. My name is Katie and I have a toddler. At this statement, I would highly expect anyone in the room to offer up Valium, ear plugs, or at the very least, a hug. What's so magical about that one minute between 11:59 pm on July 6 and 12:00 am on July 7 that suddenly made it necessary for AK to: 1. Eat egg whites, white potatoes, and whole milk. Do children under the age of 1 have some kind of defect that prevents them from being able to digest white-colored food? 2. Use a sippy cup. That girl hasn't been interested in anything but a bottle held by her Momma or Daddy for the past year. She thinks sippy cups are devices used for throwing onto the floor. She has zero interest in handling anything remotely independent when it comes to beverages. 3. Enjoy food that doesn't come in a package labeled "Gerber", "Beech Nut", or "Earth's Best"? What is so magical about that one minute? Nevertheless, we're not ones to argue with the top baby experts, so we followed suit.

Real food? Check.

Please note her meal matches her outfit.

yeah, ok, it says gerber. i still haven't quite embraced this new concept of having anything more than a baby.

New carseat? Check.

not. too. sure. how. we. feel. about. this. it's worth mentioning, however, that on our trip to target later that evening, she giggled the whole way there, very proud of herself that she could now see out the big front window and talk to momma. And the latest thing that makes us laugh.