For whatever reason, it sometimes feels like the little milestones strike me more than the big ones. Of course, first steps and first words are really exciting, but I also remember being really excited when Molly could open the fridge door by herself (“Mom, I want some yogurt.” “Okay, go get yourself some.” Love.).
Anyway, this seemed like a big deal. A few weeks ago, we went from this:
Well, hello there, big girl!!