Just how independent was demonstrated for us this morning. The night before, her sleepover night, we'd pulled out our table from in front of the window, opened up the leaves and put a tablecloth on because we had company and couldn't sit at the counter for dinner. On a whim, because we'd been talking about how she was just no longer a baby, Emily let her sit on a big chair at the table. Like a big girl.
This morning, she got in bed with me and Dave and her baby and started chatting. then she stopped chatting. Apparently her baby was hungry, and as she told us, she'd be right back. I kind of dozed until I heard a thump in the living room, and after that, I kind of ran. The thump I'd heard was a drawer falling out of the chest where we keep our napkins and tablecloths; the stuff I hadn't heard was Robyn moving the chairs, opening up the tablecloth and jumping up trying to spread it over the table.
It was so adorable, and so scary all at once.
Once home, Emily and Morgan took another step along the she's not a baby anymore road by taking the sides down off her crib, putting a guard rail up and giving her a big girl bed. They put her to bed, heard nothing but singing noises and finally, when the silence came, went in to see that she had been at her table drawing by nightlight and was now in the process of silently changing into her cat costume. But she was doing it in bed.