My baby is growing up, which is no big surprise, but it is starting to feel more like a funeral than a celebration. She is completely excited about everything, is a happy camper most days, and still loves to play, play, play. But there are some changes...birthday #7 is around the corner and many things are getting buried each day. Sniff, sniff.
1. Dress up has become pretty much non-existent. That cat suit has not seen the light of day in ages. She puts on the ballet leotard when she jumps on the trampoline, she dons the owl cape when she rides the zip line, but pretending to be an animal? Not so much.
2. The belief in the tooth fairy is no longer a given. Those big, beautiful, trusting eyes have doubts.
3. Roxy no longer carries a stuffed animal with her everywhere. She still loves them, but does not need a cuddle buddy 24/7.
4. The Bitty Babies were moved to the top shelf in her bedroom. It's just like the scene from Toy Story, where special things on the top shelf will be forgotten. When I went in to her room and saw them up there, it nearly made me cry. The baby in her has passed away and the bitty babies no longer have a place of honor in her room. Roxy assured me that she loves them and wants to keep them out, but her stuffed animals need my old doll bed more than the babies do.
These things have been piling up on me and now - I am bereft. So long, little Roxy. Hello big girl.
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