The night before last, as I was singing and rocking Maja to sleep, (something I've done since the day she was born) she gently reached up and touched the side of my face and said, "Please be quiet, Mom." - sob - And it seems, just like that, the remaining bit of her baby-ness has slipped away.
I miss the clicking noise she used to make with her tongue, alerting me she wanted/needed to nurse. Instead, now, she declares loudly that she'd like to nurse.
Gone are her pleas, "Help me, mama" which have been replaced with, "I do myself."
She no longer believes a kiss from mom or dad can cure a boo-boo. Bandaids are the cure as of late.
While I deeply miss all these things, it is really fun to see her mature and become more independent. Two and a half is so much fun.