It seems to happen overnight. One day you've got a little baby riding on your hip, the next an opinionated toddler running toward the nearest danger. Thankfully, it isn't quite this abrupt, but it certainly sneaks up on you. There are tons of wonderful things about the next stage, but for a baby lover like me, it can be a bit bittersweet.
You trade naps on your chest for a more predictable routine and playtime on the floor for a full-body, toddler-chasing workout. You gain personality and words, but you lose that new-baby smell. The sneakiest part of this whole transformation is that it doesn't coincide with a specific date on the calendar. Each baby becomes a toddler at their own pace. Please don't ask me how to slow the process down. I've tried everything, but they just insist on growing up.