When did she grow up?

So Gemma is starting to put little sentences together. It's pretty dang cute actually. When she's at the glass sliding door, she'll say "Max, Max, where are you?"...then a few days ago she put her winter hat on and said "go outside". Today however, she said something that made my heart skip a little. She had been in her crib for a good 20 minutes having room time, when I heard her yell "mommy" (sadly it's no longer bobby) several times. When I went in, she had a huge grin on her face, and she sweetly said, "mommy, poopy" as she pointed to her diaper. What?! Obviously, it wasn't her cuteness that got me all excited, it was the possibility of actually getting to potty train her early. I would be thrilled to have Gemma out of diapers before baby #2 arrives (I need to come up with something else besides baby #2...that sounds so impersonal). And if that's not enough, I came downstairs the other day and caught her playing with her little doll. He's actually a little Guatemalan doll David got from one of his trips, who she has appropriately named "boy". She was pushing him around in her little stroller, putting him in her bumbo, and wiping his nose with a cloth diaper. It seems like she just woke up one morning and decided she was a little girl...no longer a baby. Yes, it's sad to see her change so much, but as Papa says, "it's all good". It's always sad when she stops doing something cute, but it's always followed by some other cute thing. Besides, we get to do it all over again in September :)

This is how she wanted to sit to read Elmo.

Decided to just read it on her own.