i knew my emma was no longer a baby a long time ago, but i can't help but still see her as my baby every once in a while.
she has gone through many first moments this past year that remind me without a doubt that she's growing up...taking showers by herself, tying her own shoe laces, reading chapter books, riding a two wheel bike, fixing herself and her brothers breakfast (when she wants to), ballet class. she really is a full fledged independent girl (no more baby-ness on that face of hers).
and now she's lost her first tooth (and a second one is already loose). she's ECSTATIC. so much so that she readily headed upstairs for bedtime.
while i share in her excitement, a part of me is feeling a little like this: waaaaaaahhhh!!!
maybe you're thinking i'm a little worked up over something like a lost tooth...and yes, you're probably right. but she's my first baby and she's doing all these "firsts" which are firsts for me too (though i'm not saying that "firsts" with the other kids won't be as special or meaningful). as i type this, my little girl is sleeping soundly, knowing that tomorrow will bring her a special surprise. sweet dreams, my baby!