She's Still My "Baby"

Grace has been growing up so quickly as of late... I see this "baby" slipping away more and more. Some say that once a baby turns one, they are now considered a "toddler." Grace has yet to "toddle" around so I feel that I can still call her my baby.

Although, part of me longs for her to walk since her pants are becoming worn and black in the knees.

"My head now can accommodate the headphones to the flip-down TV in the car... but don't worry mom, I'm still your baby."
"I can manage to climb into the dryer... but don't worry mom, I'm still your baby.""I'm composing the first movement of my concerto in G major... but don't worry mom, I'm still your baby.""I can still wear tutus and get away without wearing a shirt... I'm still your baby.""I can still ride in the jogging stroller... I'm still your baby.""Don't worry mom, I'll always be your baby."