warning! Mushy baby related post to follow...
A huge reality check got posted though the letter box today in the form of a booklet entitled, "Your toddler". At first I thought myself, 'i don't have a toddler, must have got sent the wrong book' but then opening it up and reading the pages I realized that my tiny baby is now only two months away from being a toodler herself. It preps to you for the first steps and days leading up to her first birthday and it hit me, my gosh she really is almost a year old. No more is she the fragile bundle of wrinkly, blotchy skin that cries for foods. She doesn't need to be fed avery 45 mintues, nor does she need to be wrapped up in two blankets to leave the house. She doesn't need her carrier with the travel system, doesn't need sleepsuits with feet or onesies. I don't have to put four layers of covers over her at night to keep her warm, don't have to hold her head like delicate glass or wash her gently with cotton wool. She's growing into a big girl now, who crawls at the speed of light, gives you smiles when you come in the room, picks up every piece of microscopic fluff from the carpet and shows it to you before eating it, pokes you in the eyes, takes your glasses, pulls the hair from your legs, shouts "MAMA" at the top of her lungs when she can't see you, sings gibberish songs to her toys all before she cuddles you at night.
I don't not know where the year went, I don't know what I was doing in the year to make it go by so fast and I certanily cannot believe just how far that tiny 6lbs 6oz purple infant has come. She has a vocabluary of 9 words, shakes her head "no", points, waves, dances, and stops play time for a quick hug to make you melt. Her little face has a constent smile these days as if she knows she clever and continues to astonish us in her cheeky ways. Everyday there's something new for us to marvel over and laugh about, it makes the times when she's naughty seem non exsitstant.
I truely can't get over the fact that Leah will be classified as a toodler in just about two months time. It's kind of depressing in a way really, all those special one time moments missed by my family that only happen in the first year. Yet just as rewarding to see that she has hit all those moments right on time if not sooner. Makes me feel good inside....proud.
From a tiny little thing in her daddy's arms
To this happy little soul at 19lbs 41/2 oz
*happy sigh* As quickly as I want to run out to the pub all dressed up I want to run right back home to see her.