The little one celebrated her fifteen month birthday yesterday (or one-and-a-quarter-year-old birthday to E) and she honestly seemed like a bigger kid. Of course, she’s walking all over the place now, but she also wants to be in the middle of the action, at the same table with the bigger ones. Who wants little plastic baby spoons, when you can have the real silver ones? Who wants crayons, when there are colored pencils? To which I could add, who wants those baby diapers when there’s a nice big potty in the other room?!