My 11 month old thinks she's 2; and other confessions

Right now is a serious time for transitions in Caily's little life. With her birthday less than a month away she is rushing out of babydom as fast as her little legs can crawl her. The problem is, she really thinks she is 2. I am pretty sure I can narrow down exactly where all those "independant" genes came from...but let me tell you all about the little one. Lets start at the begining, getting dressed. No thanks mommy, I can do it all by myself. This started a few weeks ago, and has fully translated into complete screaming unless she guides on her own socks-WITHOUT my help. (She's a baby! She just learned how to crawl a week or 2 ago!) She somehow knows the difference between her socks and her onesie's so its fun to watch her. Now I feed her in her pj's and then let her play with her own clothes for 10 minutes before I step in. She's close to figuring it out. When it comes to breakfast we have a similar 2 year old like dilemna, it has to be her idea. I haven't been able to give her a bottle in months. I have to set it in front of her and let her decide to pick it up and put it in. With solid foods its the same, and she is p-i-c-k-y.
This do-it-herself thing has also spurred on very real tantrums. (You've seen it a thousand times)...the throw yourself on the floor and scream like your dying kind.
Oh...its so lovely!

Here she is leaving the mess behind.

So onto the days confessions...doing laundry with Caily is fun already because she likes to help. Forget toys! Put her in the middle of the pile and she will practice putting on the clothes for a half an hour! After trying to "fold" for 30 minutes I finaly got up and started singing "Its raining clothes" (my personal rewrite of course) and tossing strewn peices onto her. Did I mention that I danced all around her throwing clothes everywhere? On one hand lets just say...it was the TIME OF HER LIFE!. That baby was laughing so hard. ON the other hand you can see that I have clearly lost any bout of sanity that I have and given it all to motherhood. I just don't care anymore. I go in public with spots of baby food smeared on my shoulder and belly...I make goofy noises down the aisle at the grocery store, and make all plans around naptime. Most of it I don't mind. But I do realize that I have lost it. Let's hope I get it back before those teenage years hit. My poor Caily will be so embarassed!