My littlest isn’t so little anymore, because today she turned two. I wonder when I’ll manage to make the switch from calling her “the baby”. She’s still my baby, but also so very clearly not a baby. She’s so verbal, and brave and smart. She got a little piggy dress and a pig themed party to celebrate, complete with pork as the main course (oops).
My Mom called me “her baby” until she passed away. I was 52. But I was, and always will be, the youngest in my family.