When we were expecting Avery we bought and were gifted 0-3 month clothes by the truckload.  She had the most extensive wardrobe I'd ever seen. Hell, she still does. In the weeks before she was born I washed, folded, hung up, and organized her clothes in her nursery. They waited in their fluffy pink cuteness to adorn my angel.

She was born. And she was TINY. Avery was only five and a half pounds when she was born and while she was full-term she was still very small. Since only preemie clothes would fit her we had to go shopping. The footie pajamas were so small and I couldn't believe that she was so delicate.

Her wardrobe also included some 12 month-sized outfits and while holding my swaddled little Peanut in my arms I looked at these giant outfits and thought to myself, "She will never be big enough for these."

Obviously that's stupid because OF COURSE she's going to grow. At the time it was hard to imagine my little baby growing at all and becoming, dare I say it, AN ADULT.

EW.

Now she's a walking, talking, sassy little toddler with a personality and she's wearing those 12 month clothes that I swore would never fit her.

I am never ready for the next step but it inevitably comes anyway.