All of the sudden my daughter appears to have become this miniature teenager. She had gymnastics this afternoon followed my dinner at Mickey D's (not my choice, but sometimes you got to go with the flow). We had dinner with Sandi and were planning on doing some shopping with her afterwards since she needed Mike's brute strength to load some things in her Jeep. As we were finishing our meal Abby pipes up with "Go down there and get new jammies." Mike didn't understand what she was talking about so she repeated herself while pointing to the back of the store. That's when it all fit together, she was pointing to the baby section. She wanted to go and buy new jammies. Even though she has jammies coming out her ears at home. One thing she does actually need is summer clothes and pants that aren't floods, but I'm getting off topic. Abby rode in the buggy to the baby department, but had to get out when we got there. She was running from rack to rack like a contestant on the shopping spree round of the great game show Supermarket Sweep. She was grabbing hangers and bringing me outfits. "Look Mommy, pretty dress."She easily picked out half a dozen outfits in no time at all. Four of the outfits actually made it into the buggy. Two for Grandma Sandi and two for Mommy. A little early birthday shopping.
It's really funny to me to see how interested in clothes she is all of the sudden. Now when she gets dressed she likes to have a say in what she's going to be wearing for the day, not to mention the shoes and jacket. I think she plans on wearing her pink winter jacket clear through to August. We actually had to get rid of her old runners when she got her new ones because she wouldn't wear her new Dora ones and they even lit up. (Funny thing is a friend's daughter got the same shoes the very same day and wouldn't wear hers either.) On Sunday she wanted me to get the nail polish and paint her nails like Grandma Diane's. I'm afraid on our next shopping trip she'll want to swing by the cosmetics counter.
Now the thing that stings the most is..... she's started calling me Mom. Yep that's right, I'm Mom. She's only 3 I think that's a little early to be dropping the Mommy. I mean I'm not expecting her to calling me Mommy into her twenties or anything. Mike called his Mom Mommy a few weeks ago and I nearly wet myself. It still makes me laugh out loud everytime I think about it, but there I go getting off topic again. Mike's not immune to this either, he's been Dad for the last two days. It almost makes you laugh, it sounds so grown up and she's still so small. I have no idea where she picked the whole Mom and Dad thing up. Mike and I address each other as Mommy or Daddy in reference to her. Most adults do when talking to a young child. I imagine from listening to Mike and I address our own parents. I think what bothers me about it is it's just another sign of the passage of time. She's getting older, in a little more than a year she'll be starting school. The baby days are behind us. Also not really knowing if we'll be able to have another baby makes me a little more sensitive to all these milestones. Of course Abby's already more than I wished for, so really the Mom/Mommy thing doesn't really matter. I'm just thankful I get to hear it everyday.
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