A baby or a kid?

Signs Little A is turning into a kid:

-She says "yeah" and "nope."
-She tries to climb trees (as of today).
-Other kids want to play with her.
-Sometimes other moms at the playground refer to her as "the little girl" when talking to their kid.

Signs Little A is still a baby:

-She will still cuddle with her head resting under my chin (when she cuddles at all, that is).
-She may know what to do with most toys, but she will still stick them in her mouth at some point.
-She self-identifies: points to herself and says "baby."
-Sometimes the playground moms call her "the baby."

At 18 months, she is two ounces shy of 20 lbs, and just over two-and-a-half feet tall.

That old nervous feeling

A few minutes ago I started getting this nervous sinking feeling and I wasn't sure why. Then I remembered I'm sharing the bill (four ways) for a show on Friday. I'm not entirely sure how that even happened but I know it has been a long, long time. Thank the heavens I only have to play like three songs. Might need to find a paper back for breathing into . . .

Disney begins to slowly siphon our cash . . .

Little A got a bunch of hand-me-down Winnie the Pooh books and she loves him. So we ordered the classic movie from Netflix to take on our recent roadtrip and a week later we still haven't sent it back.



And so it begins . . .

The movie is quite expensive on Amazon and even ebay, but she loves it and asks for "Pooh" in the most pitiful whimpery voice, while in teething pain no less. And, as it turns out, it is a truly wonderful movie for kids that is pretty much faultless when you compare it to the more recent rehashed straight-to-video princess garbage Disney tries to sell little girls on (if that's your thing, go ahead and love it, but it's not mine). Sigh. We finally found a deal where we don't feel completely humiliated at Best Buy, which is better than continuing to pay Netflix rental fees until the end of time. Now the question becomes do I have the guts to get rid of our current video while we wait for the one which is truly ours to arrive?