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My how time flies
Sue walked a full step Saturday before falling on her face. She hasn't repeated for me (naturally) but she's definitely thinking about trying this whole upright movement thing again.
We're coming up on her first Thanksgiving, first Christmas, and biggest of all first birthday. I can't believe how quickly everything's happened. The picture in my icon hangs right over our bed, and sometimes I'll look at it and wonder what happened to that little baby we brought home from the hospital? She slept 22 hours out of the day and took a whole ounce of formula every 2-3 hours. Now she has almost 8 teeth, sleeps through the night but is sooooooooooooo hyper during the day, eats teething crackers and baby food and takes 8 ounce bottles (when are we supposed to stop that, by the way?), grabs everything in sight and sticks it in her mouth, and she's not only crawling she's almost WALKING. Joe and I were talking about getting two cakes for her birthday -- one to eat and one for her to play in -- and it just hit me this isn't just casual far off conversation, this is something that's going to happen in a month and a half. It was quite sobering.
I guess she's going to grow up whether I like it or not. At least I can still call her Snicklefritz without her going "Oh my GOD, Mom, you're such an embarrassment."
Yet.
We're coming up on her first Thanksgiving, first Christmas, and biggest of all first birthday. I can't believe how quickly everything's happened. The picture in my icon hangs right over our bed, and sometimes I'll look at it and wonder what happened to that little baby we brought home from the hospital? She slept 22 hours out of the day and took a whole ounce of formula every 2-3 hours. Now she has almost 8 teeth, sleeps through the night but is sooooooooooooo hyper during the day, eats teething crackers and baby food and takes 8 ounce bottles (when are we supposed to stop that, by the way?), grabs everything in sight and sticks it in her mouth, and she's not only crawling she's almost WALKING. Joe and I were talking about getting two cakes for her birthday -- one to eat and one for her to play in -- and it just hit me this isn't just casual far off conversation, this is something that's going to happen in a month and a half. It was quite sobering.
I guess she's going to grow up whether I like it or not. At least I can still call her Snicklefritz without her going "Oh my GOD, Mom, you're such an embarrassment."
Yet.