My little girl *sniff sniff*

Elizabeth went on a field trip today to the Waterford One Room Schoolhouse. The whole class, including her teacher, Miss Jones, dressed in 19th century costumes. We cooked up a costume from an old dress of mine, black tights, braids with ribbons on the ends, a homemade mop cap (courtesy of her friend, Nicole) and brown shoes. She also carried a basket for her lunch wrapped in parchment paper - no ziploc bags allowed in the 19th century. The only modern invention she brought was her umbrella but thankfully she didn't need to use it.

Anyway, this post is not about the field trip per se. It's about the shoes. She got new shoes for the occasion (could only find one shoe of her previous pair). And, drum roll please, the new pair was a ladies size 7. And they aren't too big on her. She probably needs a 7.5 but she was asleep last night when I made the shoe-emergency run to The Circle Store, a.k.a. Target.

My little girl is growing up so quickly. I see photos of her new cousin, Amelia, and it's like seeing Elizabeth (but with lots more hair). It feels like just yesterday that I was holding her in my arms. Now I'm trying not to cry. I should listen to my mother more. She told me then that this would happen.

I felt just as blown away when I saw that little bit of tooth showing in her baby gums. I basically had a panic attack. My thoughts went from "how cute - her first tooth" to "Oh No! She's going to use that tooth to chew food! And she'll ride a bike and she'll ride a school bus without me and she'll graduate from high school and college and she'll be grown up before I get a chance to blink!!" Size 7 shoe and growing... we're well on our way.