So, yesterday Phoebe was 17 months old. I posted about all of the big girl things she does at 17 months, and I couldn't believe how quickly it's all going with her. I keep remembering... "the days are long, but the years are short." And are they ever!
I was telling my mom about the eight times we read Polar Bear, Polar Bear, What Do You Hear? yesterday. I was also telling her that Phoebe seems to not have the tolerance for "real" story books, but that I feel like it's coming. (Her preference is still to find things in pictures, and to turn pages rather quickly.)
Well, fast-forward 24 hours.
Before nap today, we read Clifford and Corduroy, real storybooks, all the way through. In succession. Without difficulty. In fact, Phoebe said, "please" for Clifford. I couldn't believe that Phoebs was sitting there, absolutely still, pointing out dogs and bears and little girls...enjoying a story. What happened to my child?
And as if that wasn't enough, we decided yesterday that the morning nap was going to be officially dropped. So. Big girl books and big girl schedule. Is this little Mommy ready for all of this? Yikes!
Doesn't she look too little to be so big?