Josephine just put a potato chip the size of a checker piece in her mouth. She looked at me and turned to run away like she does whenever she puts anything in her mouth that I haven't given her myself. I grabbed her arm, she gave me a whiny noise, and then crunch.
She couldn't believe that this "checker piece" had crumbled so easily in her mouth. There was a look of shock, then she joined me in laughing so hard that pieces of greasy potato flew out of her mouth.
A few nights ago I tossed Josephine onto my bed and handed her the TV remote to play with like I always do when we get ready for bed. I turned to step into the bathroom, taking out my hair clips and turning the lights off. When I turned back she was already three steps away from the bed and running full speed towards me. I scooped her up as fast as I could and explained to her that she wasn't big enough yet to be getting off the bed all by herself. She is still a baby! She's gotten off of the couch by herself plenty of times, but my bed is much higher and I had never seen her even attempt to get down from it alone. I was happy to see her first step, slightly bummed to pack away all her itty-bitty newborn clothes, but this really hit me hard. As silly as it sounds, this was too big for her. I'm running out of baby time and closing in on toddler.