soooooooo...

It hit me today that my baby girl turns one next month. I don't know about you, but after realizing that, it seems like the last year has FLOWN by-- or ZOOOOOMED as W likes to put it. One year, already! I can't even believe it, nor do I want to.

I have to say that she doesn't seem like an almost 1 year old to me. She's still very much a baby but has recently started to grow up a little bit. Even though the past months have been rough with her lack of growing and moving and not sleeping, I have to say I'm a bit happy because she stayed a baby for so long. I don't feel like I missed out on her babyness.

That being said, I'm quite ready for her to grow out of her current size. She's been in size 3-6 month clothes since May. I'm tired of them! At least we've gotten our money's worth out of them... I'm hoping she will move into 6-9 month clothes by the time she hits her first birthday. She's almost there but not quite. The sleeves still cover her fingers and the pants fall right off. But she's --this close--. Sadly, I bought her summer clothes for this coming year on last summer's clearance, when she was growing at a normal pace, and now I realize there's no way she's going to fit into 18 month clothes by summer. I guess she might fit into them when she's 2 though... at least they wouldn't go to waste then! And I guess that means more shopping fun for me once the weather heats up.

While the last 11 months have been more difficult than I ever thought they would be, and my definition of a "good day" has drastically changed, I wouldn't trade it for anything else. Now that we are starting to see her personality, I'm seeing what a sweet little thing she is and I can't help but stare at her constantly because she's just so beautiful and amazing. I don't know why the last 11 months have been so rough but it's probably to prepare me for the future, which scares me. All I can do is pray that she is giving me a hard time now because she's going to be a perfect teenager. One can hope, right?