Fini...

Molly -

It's funny, getting bigger.  There are some things that you don't want to give up - like your baby gate on your bed.  And there are some things you don't want to learn - like how to tie your shoes.  It's like, "If I don't do these things, then I can still be the baby of the house."  (Even though you want to be a big sister SO VERY BADLY.)

And there are days like Tuesday night:  as Daddy and I were fixing dinner, you were setting the table.  Without a word to either of us, you pulled out your chair, removed your booster seat, and set it by the basement stairs (where all things go to go away...).  And that was it.  You're officially done with it.

Two weeks before your second birthday, you acted the same way about your high chair.  It was time for breakfast.  We had just been at Papa and Grandma's house for a visit, and Grandma had a booster seat for you.  As I was fixing breakfast, you crawled up into the chair opposite your high chair, grabbed your spoon, and looked at me as if to say, "This is where I'm sitting now."

"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end..."

Love you, big girl.