All of a sudden, her legs are so long, she is so tall, it seems impossible. She belts out Journey songs in her bedroom when she thinks we aren't listening and wants to be "on the STAGE!" She reads and reads and reads. And chooses as many patterns as possible when picking out an outfit. Because who doesn't think strips go with plaid and polka dots?
But, thank goodness, not to big for snuggles, of which we've been getting a lot lately. And not to big to sneak into our bed at night, or to still want her doll of the moment to eat at the table with us or to be buckled in the car next to her seat.
Not too big. But still, when did she get so big?