sadness

This morning Zoey asked me for a marshmallow for breakfast. Believe it or not, that's not the sad part. The sad part is that she actually said marshmallow as opposed to marshmayo. 


She said, "Mommy, may I please have a marsh... marsh... hmm... marsh... um... marshmallow for breakfast? Mommy! I said it! I said marshmallow! I did it!" and then proceeded to hop down the stairs saying marshmallow on each step. I nearly cried at watching her thought process and excitement over saying another word the "right" way.

She is changing so much recently. She's such a big girl and it still kills me.

Oh, and we didn't have any marshmallows in the kitchen so she didn't get one for breakfast, in case you were wondering.