This is how I know that Ada is transitioning from baby to little girl right before my eyes--she no longer wears footie pajamas.
For a few weeks now we have had to nightly search and scramble to find pajamas that fit when it was time for Ada to go to bed. Today, I finally loaded Ada into her car seat and we headed to Old Navy in search of new pajamas. And what do you know, they don't make 12-18 month footie pajamas at Old Navy. Instead, tonight, Ada wears pajama pants and a top, like her older cousins. Her older cousins that are no longer babies. Where did this first year go? I am not a sentimental person, but, I kid you not, today as I cut the tags off of her new pajamas, I had tears in my eyes. I don't know if my hormones were overreacting or what the problem was, but I felt emotional over her new pajamas. However, that same girl still hasn't graduated to a front facing car seat, so there are remnants of newborn Ada scattered throughout the day. I want to hold onto those little things.