Dear Isabella,
Potty training is in full swing at the Shory house. You've been wearing disposable Pull-ups for the past few months, but now you are wearing big girl panties. You are excited by this new development, but a little annoyed by my constant question, "Do you have to go the the bathroom, Isabella?"
Potty training has made me a little sad. This seems like the last step from babyhood to girlhood, and I'm just not really ready. I think sometimes you feel the same way. We've been playing "baby" a lot this summer. I wrap you up in a blanket, carry you around, and you say, "Goo goo! Ga Ga!" We both giggle and laugh at this game of pretend, but I wouldn't be lying if I didn't admit that these moments always make my heart ache just a little bit. Yes, I love the sweet, spirited little girl you are becoming, but I also feel like I'm losing my baby.
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