lila, my sweet platypus, is turning 2. it's really snuck up on me, as she follows no milestones for a 2 year old. for instance, in weight, she's in the 23rd percentile. in talking, she's in the 0 percentile. see, it's pure trickery!
i don't know if there is such a thing, but she really doesn't talk. or if she does, i'm the only one who hears her and when i tell nato that she says something, he says i'm just making up stories to make myself feel better. which, i mean, could possibly be true...the way my brain works.
any-shways, when i think about lila turning 2, it makes me sad. she is my baby. and although everyone sees her growing up, i somehow have missed this important fact. like in father of the bride where the dad is talking to his little girl...only she's a grown woman. i totally get that now.
i love that lila is stubborn, strong-willed and knows how to get her way. on that same note, it really annoys me that lila is stubborn, strong-willed,and knows how to get her way. it must be how nato feels about me. she is still a sweet monkey. but starting to enter those terrible two's. have mercy on my soul.
but despite her naughtiness, i still find myself thinking about the time in her life where she'll be a grown woman and leave me. that freaking sucks... just sayin'. this growing up stuff is hard. not for her, for me.