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Twelve Months...

How did this little baby...
... morph into this big girl?!




Like everyone says, time has flown by! I can't believe Lyla is a one-year old! Here's the latest:




- She is now 30 inches tall (80th percentile) and weighs 17 lbs, 8 oz (5th percentile). I can't recall her head measurement, but it's nice and average. That means a lot to me because I have a large head. No kidding. My hair disguises it some, but really, my head is big. You know those kids who have heads and bodies that remind you of a lollipop? Where you sort of wonder how the stick holds up the round part? I was worried Lyla would turn out that way! Haha! Looks like we can let out a big sigh of relief :-)




- We have a walker! She's been taking a step or two for awhile, but yesterday she went to town walking back and forth between me and Matt. She still lacks a little confidence, but she can do it!




- Lyla still loves to play chase. She's also really into her kitchen drawer (full of junk we think we'll use everytime we move, but forget about soon after unpacking it). So many fun things in that one! Her new favorite song is the itsy bitsy spider - she does some of the motions. It is so cute! She's also really into feeding us. That's all fine and dandy except for the fact that she truly wants us to eat or drink whatever she has. Let me just say, her formula is not pleasant to the palate! I'm sure all formula is gross, but wow, hers is really gross. Her newest 'favorite' is opening and shutting doors. She loves it...until she can't get it back open. Then it's not pretty. Not. At. All.




- She's been hugging and kissing her babies a lot more. It's super sweet :-)




- She loves bathtime and has absolutely no fear of the water. She sticks her head under the faucet, drinks from it, and splashes all over. (See a future post for an explanation of Duck Wars...the ongoing saga.)




- Lyla loves other kids! She is so interested in them, although I think sometimes she tries to climb on them a little too much.




- Her favorite sign is 'more'...she uses it a lot. Sometimes she'll sign it repeatedly but it's not clear what exactly she wants more of. Poor thing, she tries so hard but we still don't quite get it on the first attempt!




- Our sweet baby has begun to show her not-as-sweet side. I knew it would come someday, but I had no clue it would come this early! If Lyla gets mad she throws her toys down (rather forcefully, I might add) or if she has no toys then she arches back and down goes her whole body. Then she gives you the look. Oh my. The look is, well, intimidating. Frightening. Intense. And also very humorous :-) (Don't worry, we don't laugh in front of her!)




- We are headed to a new doctor in the next few weeks: an allergist with expertise in dealing with food allergies. Wish us luck!

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