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August 18, 2006 Frances Friday: No More Baby Girl 
Frances: Mummy! Can I hold you, Mummy? Andrea: Of course you can. *picks her up* I love to hold my Frances girl. Frances: You're cute Mummy. Andrea: You too. Frances: I missed you, Mummy. Andrea: I missed you too. Frances: I love you Mummy. Andrea: Awww....I love you too! Frances: That makes you happy? Andrea: That makes me very happy. Frances always makes me happy. Frances: Are you a big girl, Mummy? Andrea: Yes, I am. Are you a big girl? Frances: No, I'm not. Andrea: Are you a baby? Frances: No, I'm Frances. Andrea: Are you a baby Frances? Frances: No, I'm just Frances. Andrea: You're not a baby? Frances: No. I'm a little girl. And there it is. Not just once, either, but many times over the last two weeks. I always said that when she told me she wasn't a baby anymore, I wouldn't call her my baby anymore. And she did. It's not the only evidence, either: Frances is moving to the senior room at daycare in September.* The senior room! Isn't that absurd? How can they put a baby in the senior room? Just because she'll be in junior kindergarten next September is no reason to call her a preschooler. No more World's Best Baby Ever, Bar None. Now I need to have another one. ~~~~~ *Evidence that her daycare is fabulous: They bought her footstools for when they move her over in September. We didn't even have to ask. Posted by Andrea at August 18, 2006 8:12 AM under Frances Friday EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments G'bye Baby Girl! *wave* We hardly knew-ya! Hello Worlds Best PreSchooler Ever! Posted by: Miche at August 18, 2006 7:50 AM
It's a little sad, isn't it, realizing your baby is gone. The past couple of weeks Ivy has been telling me that Annie is a baby, but she is a Bid Durl. And she's right. But the senior room! Ach! How can that be? Can't they at least call it the Mature Toddler Room or the Don't Worry, Moms, You Still Can Still Call Them Babies room? I guess that would be a mouthful. Posted by: Casey at August 18, 2006 8:07 AM
AWWWW, Worlds Best Preschooler Ever, Bar None! Andrea, she is so cute! I totally love Frances. Posted by: yankee,transferred at August 18, 2006 11:50 AM
Your site is refreshing and funny! Keep up the good work... Posted by: Silent Spring at August 18, 2006 1:31 PM
So, so bittersweet! What a great little girl! Posted by: ccw at August 18, 2006 2:59 PM
No matter how big she gets, she'll always be your baby. Even if she resists the appellation. Offspring has reached the point, at the venerable age of 10.5 where she LIKES to hear me say that she will *always* be my baby. I have no idea why that is, but I think she's experiencing some anxiety over the fact that I've been moaning over the probability that I will never have another baby, and she is IT for us. I've been talking about how nice it would be to hold another baby, and I think she's feeling like she wishes she could be little again, just to have me snuggle and cuddle her the way I used to. Frances may be growing older and bigger, too, but she will NEVER not be your baby. :) And much love to the Great Daycare for the stepstools! Posted by: KLee at August 18, 2006 3:15 PM
No matter what her age, she will always be the World's Best Frances Ever, Bar None. I love her school for getting footstools for her without needing to be asked. Posted by: liz at August 18, 2006 8:15 PM
Fantastic daycare. Fantastic big girl Frances. Now that I have #2, the big boy (3) occasionally lies across my lap to be held: "I the big-boy baby". Best of both worlds, I suppose. Posted by: kris at August 18, 2006 9:59 PM
Thank you. I think I might recover. Until she asks me for earrings. Then I'll faint. Posted by: Andrea at August 18, 2006 10:18 PM
How about this (a play on what Kris said): "World's Best Big-Girl Baby Ever, Bar None"? I LOVE to hear your Frances stories! :) Posted by: Kristina at August 20, 2006 3:13 PM
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