This baby is one. One is one of those ages that is unbelievably cute and unbelievably menacing. Yes I called her a menace, mostly because she's been climbing onto the dining room table and computer keyboard all day, though I've almost forgotten about it, except for the bruise on her cheek reminding me that babies fall off of tables. And I did say cute along with menace.
This is also the age that is over in a second. She'll be stealing somebody's wallet and heart before we know it. Wait. Where's my wallet? And my heart? They're gone. Gone. Gone. My baby is growing up and I have no idea what to do about it.
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