The Boss Grows Into Her Role

The Boss at 4 days old


When I wasn't looking--maybe it was while I was busy transitioning Topher from womb to delivery room--The Boss turned solid and grew long legs.

She's been a baby her whole life. That's only two years and ten months, but it's what I'm accustomed to. She started out small--a round repository of fat cells beneath pale skin--and grew so stealthily that I failed to notice when muscle moved in and her face colored with the blush of ideas. Until her brother came along in comparison, I couldn't see how much she'd grown.
The other day, I was folding a mass of laundry that had been piling up in the wake of Topher's arrival and subsequent hospitalization. After stacking romper after romper, onesie after onesie, I pulled a pair of The Boss's pants from the bin. The jean material seemed voluminous. I looked at the tag. They were 2T, a size that I knew--conceptually, anyway--was actually a bit too small for her. Emotionally, I still didn't get it. As I put them aside to be packed away with all the other outfits-turned-artifacts, I puzzled over the discrepancy.

When did she grow into them?

And just when did she grow out?


The Boss 4 days ago
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Comments

  1. Life As I Know ItJune 2, 2008 at 8:08 AM

    It goes by in a blink of an eye, huh?
    She is a cutie!

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  2. JeneJune 2, 2008 at 8:42 AM

    she is super cute. i can't wait to see her (and the rest of you too, of cours). :-)

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  3. slouching momJune 2, 2008 at 10:24 AM

    she DOES look like a big girl now!

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  4. HeatherJune 2, 2008 at 1:07 PM

    I think they do it overnight.

    She is a beauty.

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  5. Fairly Odd MotherJune 2, 2008 at 6:30 PM

    OMG, what happened to that little toddler I met at the NE Mamas luncheon?? She's such an adorable big girl now!

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  6. JenJune 2, 2008 at 6:51 PM

    What a cutie!

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  7. SuzanneJune 2, 2008 at 7:12 PM

    Oh my goodness, she is beautiful. I can't believe how grown up!

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  8. zellmerJune 2, 2008 at 7:34 PM

    Oy! I know what you mean. It seems like yesterday my 2 year old had that bloated baby belly, and now she has that flat girl stomach and those sharp shoulder blades. And long legs. And that I'm-not-a-baby-anymore-I-can-put-on-my-own -Pull-up attitude.
    It gives me whip lash, the growing up too fast.

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  9. LaurenJune 5, 2008 at 6:11 PM

    Oh baby girl, you are getting SO big!

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