all grown up...and yet, such a baby

As fairly warned, Bizbeth suddenly grew up this month.  She is only 16 months old and yet in comparison to the littlest sister, Abigail, she is huge! and so mature! ...that is, until she just isn't. 

While she seems so capable--her verbal skills are continuing to improve (she now has added the words "book," "ball," "baby" etc...to her vocabulary)--she is still very much a baby.  She does have a lot of moments of frustration when she can't express herself fully.  She still communicates like a baby.  She still needs to be fed with a spoon.  She still needs to be carried a lot--or must be corralled when walking on her own.  She still wants to climb onto my lap and cuddle like a baby.  Poor dear!  The transition to middle child has been better than expected but still pretty rough on her. 

She immediately started calling Abigail "Baby!" even before I referred to her as such.  She has been pretty sweet so far (mostly trying to wave to her etc...) but is so unreliable that I cannot leave the two of them alone together.  She does enjoy playing with David, and the two of them (while still picking at each other) have also seemed to bond a bit more this month. 

Despite being a bit of a tomboy (and looking like a waif half the time--her hair is at that awkward stage), Elizabeth loves to pick out her clothes, dress up, and wear bows (which only last in her hair minutes before she pulls them out and then we have a crying fit until they get put back in). 

Despite her obvious independence, she also loves to cuddle and rock with Mommy.  She is most definitely a Daddy's girl though!  She squeals in delight when she sees him and yells out "Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" over and over.  She loves to climb on his lap and snuggle too.

My bright little girl is growing up and yet experiencing some of the frustration that comes with still being a baby.  Time will change that soon enough though.