So our baby girl is now a one-year-old. It's pretty cool. The weekend was filled with cake and presents and an unexpected swim in the creek. It was great and all are a little heavier after the sugar. The birthday girl had her 12 month doctor's checkup and topped off just an ounce under 19 lbs, hit 27" on the nose (still under the growth chart, but 2" taller than 3 months ago so I think it's pretty good) and is doing wonderfully with all the developmental stuff. It was a fun appointment.
"Does she drink from a cup?" Like a REAL cup? Who gives a baby a REAL cup with liquid in it? That's just waiting for disaster.
"Does she walk backwards?" Like...moonwalk? I can't even do that.
"Does she walk up steps?" The steps are up to her thighs. Can you walk steps that are that big?
"How many words does she have?" Does it count that she calls all inanimate objects "Dada"?
But in the end, we decided she's on track for being as close to normal as the combined genetic power that Dave and I can make.
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