Other than her very first year of life—where she went from a froggy little blob to a walking, talking, demanding little creature—I can think of no other year of Chickadee’s life where she seems so changed, to me.
She began smelling less like a kid.
She cut her hair.
She got contact lenses.
And now, she’s gone and made herself all fancy. May BAYBEEEEEEE! All grown up!