I love the way she says accesth and recesth but the loss of these two little pearlies means we are one step further away from my baby being a baby. There are times when I still wrap her in a towel, hold her close like the baby I miss so and try to ease my mind back to those rock-a-bye moments. Then poof! There she is with her gappy little smile looking all fierce. Instead of developing a kind relationship with the big dipper during midnight feedings I am looking down the road at braces and watching the clock for curfew.