Rocket is one year old. She’s on my lap nursing while I type this. She’s getting too long and lanky to sneak in nursing at the computer for much longer. Her wiggly toes keep hitting the keyboard.
I can’t believe it’s been a year. I can’t believe my baby girl is already so big.
This kid LOVES to eat. Once I got over my initial hesitation to introduce solids, she took to it like a champ. The very first time I fed her with a spoon she grabbed it out of my hand and rammed it in her mouth. I can’t believe she isn’t a little round butterball. I swear she eats more than her older sister. She definitely eats quicker than her sister. She will finish her food first and then attack my slowpoke Rainbow and try and take her food from her.
She talks and signs bunches. She often says This, this? and holds an item out to me so I can name it for her. She seems so close to walking, probably any day now.
She hates getting changed. She still howls and scream each and every time I change her diaper, or her outfit.
She loves to play chase the cat. She follows the cat around waving happily, signing cat and hyperventilating with excitement as she tries to catch the poor beast’s tail.
She also loves to plays chase the big sister. Rainbow will crawl up and down the hallway giggling with her little sister trailing after her.
I am constantly surprised by how different the two of them are. I foolishly expected that my second babe, being another girl, would be just like the first. Twelve months in and it’s already quite evident that this is not true.
I have been blessed with a happy, healthy child, who just thrives on attention. All you have to do is look at her and she beams.
Knowing that I will never have another little one, I am sad to see this year of infancy come to close, but I’m also happy and excited to watch my beautiful little girl grow
She just finished nursing, sat up and quite clearly said Done!, while waving her hands to sign all done.
And we’re off on another adventure..