Stands With A Fish

Two weeks! My daughter will be one year old in two weeks! My jaw is on the floor. I can't believe it. But, alas, Taylor is growing up as fast as everyone (really, everyone) said she would. I blinked. They said not to blink, but I blinked. And now she's almost one year old already. Wow.

Taylor's latest antics include trying to eat elusive Cheerios, lifting her leg Karate Kid style while laughing, babbling everything from "dada" to "tree" (still no sign of "mommy" - saving the best for last, right? Right?), attempting to walk, and standing with toys in both hands - usually toy fish. Her other standing routine (at least for the past week) has been to pull up in the corner of her crib during naptime, grip her stuffed dolphin (a mammal, not a fish), and scream-cry until her poor dolphin is soaked with snot and tears. That routine is getting old, fast (just like Taylor).

This time last year I was a week from my due date and couldn't sleep. I didn't know whether I was having a boy or a girl. The baby curled in my pregnant belly kicked and hiccuped. A couple weeks after that, my life changed forever when Taylor Jane raised her hand through my c-section ("Hey, world! I'm here!") at 2:24 a.m. and made her grand entrance into the mad world.