And just like that, another milestone is checked off, another footstep toward being a "big girl" is taken. Lately, Lizzy has been complaining a lot about her "little" bed. I think she felt like it was babyish, and to her credit, it was getting pretty small. Almost every night when I would tuck her in after she was asleep, her legs would be hanging out on the floor. Now she has a new, pretty, beautiful big girl bed. It looks so lovely in her room, and she loves it very much. I'm happy for her, but I'm nostalgic too. I remember when we got her crib, before we even knew who she was. I loved it so much! It was so beautiful and new, so totally darling with the cute newborn bedding. Then I loved her little bed. I loved that Papa helped Pat put it together, that it was a real symbol of accomplishment from the painful move from the crib and the first tastes of freedom. It still clung to being little: tiny bed=tiny person. Well, if that's true, then now we've got one big girl. Now she loves to lay on her bed and read, or draw, or play with dolls. She even sits on it and listens to music sometimes. It's starting to feel eerily like a teenagers room! I love this little girl, but I do miss the baby she was.
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