Almost one year old. Holy crap. It’s funny how yesterday I was discussing my favorite age of baby/kid life and within hours she seemed like she had reached a whole other level of kid-hood. Maybe it is a one day phase, or maybe it’s a new stage, but yesterday she decided: boobs are out and spinach pies are in. She also decided: being held? LAME, while: walking/running everywhere alone? The only way to do things anymore (obviously). This kid is not a baby. She began walking only two days after turning ten months old… and now, she is a toddler and an expert walker to the max. I thought she would still be crawling at eleven months (even a little bit), but no, she’s not. There is no more crawling in this home anymore. This month has been full of: teething, hair growth, new food, shoe stealing, dog loving, co-sleeping, (almost) no napping, spitting, dancing, and giggles. She’s a beautiful, stubborn, shy, cuddly, and happy little girl. I’m sad to see her grow so fast, but also excited too. Because even those little moments when she is sitting there eating a sandwich (like a real big kid) are amazing and keep me looking forward to the future and all the fun that awaits us ahead. Keep the good times coming!
By the way: How cute is her ensemble?! And she napped (for 20 minutes)?!! And how patient is my dog (OMG)?!?!