As of yesterday, Linda is 1. It happened quickly, but also slowly. That's because time is wibbly wobbly.
She was my fussiest baby during her colic time.
She was my earliest sitter at 4 and a half months (YES!!! I LOVE THAT MILESTONE!). She started crawling a bit later than my others... maybe around 8 months? 7? I don't remember. She did/does a lot of butt scooting. I think that's due to my love of the sitting up milestone. Here baby, sit on the floor while I make lunch. *scoot scoot scoot*
She loves her siblings. They make her laugh. She can climb up stairs, but not down them. We don't have stairs, so she doesn't get practice.
She loves breast. And she's my first baby to have an annoying nursing habit: playing with the big mole on my neck. I often just let her do it. I don't have time to fight her on it. Meh. She won't be doing it when she's 19.
Like she was supposed to, she doubled her birth weight by 6 months, but she's failed to triple it by a year. I'm not worried about it, though, she started at 10 pounds!
One of my New Year's resolutions this year is to go through all our photos and label them. Looking back at little bald Margaret, whom we thought was so chunky, I know that Linda is ridiculously chunky at 23.2 pounds (as of last night).
Maybe we need to start the pageant circuit now. I think we're already behind. :)