In one week, Reese will be one year.
Right now I’m watching her crawl around the living room and eat tiny scraps of paper from Sadie’s masterpiece creation station (aka the dining room table).
Paper bits glued to her face, she stops to slap my legs, kiss the dog, and talk to me in with assertive baby babble.
This is the baby that wouldn’t sleep but now wakes up smiling and excited to play.
This is the baby that weighs as much as her sister and eats as much as her Dad at dinner.
This is the baby that goes after what she wants and gets it every single time.
This is the baby that is strong and independent but always loves a good cuddle.
This is the baby that is so curious about the world and explores everything.
This is the baby who loves to dance and wiggle.
This is the baby who loves baths but hates getting ready for bed.
This is the baby that needs to go to sleep by 6:25 because she doesn’t nap at daycare (#FOMO).
This is the baby that has the sweetest big sister who always makes sure she is nurtured, fed, and entertained while Mom is busy in the kitchen.
This is the year that has been both exhausting and exhilarating.
This is the year that our family became complete.
This is the year that my baby turns one.