"I'm a big boy."

So says my daughter. "Not little. Only bigger."

"You are getting bigger." And I want to freeze you at every stage and store you somewhere where I can pull you out and hold you when I miss the younger Olive.

"Not a baby," she says as she holds her hands up above her head. "I'm a BIG boy."

"You're a big girl."

"And a big boy."

"Ok," I say, not wanting to force a gender identity on my not yet three-year-old.  "You're my little big girl boy."

"No." Olive shakes her head.  "Only bigger."

Comments

[Lisa Y]

My youngest is almost two and even in the midst of the non-stop trouble and nononononono, I am so aware of all the baby parts of her I will miss so much. She can now say her name so clearly, "Shhhh-elby" but I'm so glad she usually still calls herself "Belby". I'll hang onto all those remnants of babyhood as long as I can.

[fleming]

that smile will ruin some "only bigger" boys someday!

[Christy]

I hear ya Lisa. Knowing we are done having children makes her that much harder to watch grow, especially as she seems to be developing at such a rapid speed compared to Elias.

Flem, I'm worried about her at that age:)