...that our baby girl will dig into her first birthday cake in less than a month. Maybe it's because she's so tiny (16 pounds, to be exact). Or maybe it's because she's our last. Whatever the reason, I'm in disbelief that Libby is 11 months old.
These days, she's jabbering up a storm. She can say, "Uh-oh" and "mama" and likes to let out an ear-piercing squeal:
She's right on the verge of walking:
She loves being sassy & silly:
And she still gives us that surprised stare from time to time:
Most of all, she's just a happy, easy-going baby:
And we love her to pieces... even if she is growing up too fast.
