My little girl is Officially Not Little any more.
Not only is she in a Big Girl Car Seat and a Big Girl Pram AND a Big Girl High Chair, as of yesterday ...
SHE IS A SITTING TIGER!!!
All by her little self.
Sure, sometimes she does still randomly and without any concern for the Brains In Her Head, she hurls herself backwards, so a Mummy or Daddy arm needs to be as fast as a Shane Warne arm to ensure no big oopsies.
Sure she wobbles like a bowl-full of jelly.
Sure it makes her Very Tired Indeed, keeping her little self upright for long periods of time (it reminds me of someone learning to skateboard - it's still very much a balancing act for her), but ....
SHE IS GOSH-DARN DOING IT.
She just decided, yesterday, that it is something she would like to do, and so she did it.
Because that is how my Tiger rolls. She just sets her mind to something and by golly gumdrops, she does it and she does it GOOD.
Stuff all this "adjusted age" nonsense. Stuff "milestones might be all outta whack because she was born a touch early". Phooey to any sort of "special needs". Tiger is hitting this "being alive" thing right out of the park.
Yes, I'm proud. Yes, I'm being a Braggy McBraggerson.
But my girl?
She's every bit as awesomesauce as she is lovely.
~ Love, Miss Cackle x
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