Cha-cha-cha-chia

Sometimes the days go by so quickly I have no idea what month it is anymore. But then reality hits and I look at the calendar. I see that I only have 13 sleeps until I wake up and my baby is one! I can not even begin to fathom this thought. She is supposed to be an infant, my snuggily little cuddily infant. But no, this baby isn't such a baby anymore. She's a talking, crawling, growing little toddler. She sasses her momma, she chases her puppies, she works her daddy, she pulls tons over on her grandparents and most of all she GROWS. I knew this would happen, I knew she would change, and I'm glad she does so well at it. But I wasn't prepared for the speed. She's like my very own chia pet....sprouting off new buds all the time! So here I sit, mourning my last few days of being a mother of an 11 month old and in my heart I'm doing a little rejoicing in the marical that is her; crying over the time that has gone to fast; and wondering how I will protect this beautiful little creature while still allowing her the freedoms she so yearns to learn on her own. Oh momma----this is one tough job.