My baby turned one almost 3 weeks ago.
It seems that upon turning one, she developed opinions on everything. She doesn't want to be carried. She wiggles and yells to be put down. She wants to hold your hand and walk, but not hold two hands, just one will do. She loves to sing, dance, and clap to almost any music she hears. She loves her comforts. I'm never going to get rid of her binki. She wants it all the time, not just when she sleeps. She wants to drag her blanket around with her everywhere, so it's always filthy dirty. She may be scrawny, but she still has the best squishiest cheeks to kiss.
She still scrunches up her nose when she smiles, and she's added an eye blink to let you know that you're really special. Along with a social courtesy laugh if everyone else thinks something is funny. If you ask her if she's the cutest baby, she enthusiastically nods her head.
She's a peek-a-boo master, and likes to play so much that Dylan is often yelling, "I don't want to play that with you, Maisy."
She's trying out new words and signs all the time. She loves her dog and gives her hugs and kisses all the time. She loves her Dada, but her Mum more. Her brother is her best friend or her worst enemy. She's started to yell and shove back. Someday she's going to give it to Dylan and I'm going to let her.
My poor baby's mullet gets worse everyday. The piggy tails help disguise the business up front, party in the back. At some point it's got to even out, but I'm not really sure what to do until then.
She's on the skinny side, and before you say look at her parents. Wes and I were huge and fat and our mothers' biggest babies. She's not a great eater, but she does love yogurt and wheat thins, sweet potato fries and ice cream. She's gaining weight so I guess we're not worried that she hasn't hit 17lbs by her first birthday. She'll just keep being our Little Bit.
The girl isn't even 18 months and has a drawer stuffed full of hair bows. Why so many? 
We're still trying to grow out the mullet, and piggies hide that fact handily.
This is Maisy having taken her bows out and putting about 3 headbands around her neck.
My kids played with their cousins all day long, VERY few scuffles amongst the young'uns, and fishing. 
Wes makes fun, but I wasn't raised fishing like he was. The fact that I go out there every evening with him should earn me some points.
And I did catch a fish with Dylan's Spiderman fishing pole. 
We have such a great time with Wes' family playing games. We're grateful that we have the opportunity to go and give our kids the experience.
It seems that upon turning one, she developed opinions on everything. She doesn't want to be carried. She wiggles and yells to be put down. She wants to hold your hand and walk, but not hold two hands, just one will do. She loves to sing, dance, and clap to almost any music she hears. She loves her comforts. I'm never going to get rid of her binki. She wants it all the time, not just when she sleeps. She wants to drag her blanket around with her everywhere, so it's always filthy dirty. She may be scrawny, but she still has the best squishiest cheeks to kiss.
She still scrunches up her nose when she smiles, and she's added an eye blink to let you know that you're really special. Along with a social courtesy laugh if everyone else thinks something is funny. If you ask her if she's the cutest baby, she enthusiastically nods her head.
She's a peek-a-boo master, and likes to play so much that Dylan is often yelling, "I don't want to play that with you, Maisy."
My poor baby's mullet gets worse everyday. The piggy tails help disguise the business up front, party in the back. At some point it's got to even out, but I'm not really sure what to do until then. 
She's on the skinny side, and before you say look at her parents. Wes and I were huge and fat and our mothers' biggest babies. She's not a great eater, but she does love yogurt and wheat thins, sweet potato fries and ice cream. She's gaining weight so I guess we're not worried that she hasn't hit 17lbs by her first birthday. She'll just keep being our Little Bit.
