Twelve Months/One Year

My goodness, Norah’s a whole year old! How did this happen?! It seems like just yesterday I was holding her in my arms, freshly born and wonderfully new. (Isn’t that always the case, though?) Wherever the time went, I’m so glad that this little lady is a part of our lives!

So, at one year, Norah:

Weighs 23lbs and is 29″ long!
Still only has 6 teeth, but I think more are on their way since the drool has intensely increased over the past month.
Can walk! She’s getting really good at being upright and walks about 90% of the time. We had a feeling she’d be walking before her first birthday, and we were right!

Has greenish/hazel eyes. I’m not sure if they’re going to turn brown eventually or not, but my blue-eyed baby is gone :(
Is a copy cat, and I totally blame Isla for this one. She just wants to keep up with her big sister!
Hates wearing shoes and socks. Socks last longer on her feet that shoes do, but at some point in the day she in guaranteed to end up barefoot. Thankfully she doesn’t seem to mind her sister’s old padraig slippers, so those have been keeping her feet warm.
Is not a fan of fruit, but loves meat! Whatever meat you put in front of her, she happily gobbles right up. She’s pretty indifferent about veggies. (“Oh, a green bean? I ran out of meat so I guess I’ll eat that…”) But really, any food is great as long as it’s messy:

Still isn’t sleeping through the night. *sigh*
May be starting to have some separation anxiety, which is a major bummer. I’ve left her for a few hours during the day a couple of times and at bedtime she refuses to let go of me. She’ll fall asleep after nursing and stay asleep on my shoulder, but as soon as I try to put her in her crib she wakes up and screams and clutches onto me. Ugh. Please, let this be a phase!!

Can’t believe that my baby is a year old already! I know everyone always says that “Oh, it went by SO fast” with every kid, but I swear, it went by even faster with Norah than with Isla. It’s been such a whirlwind with Norah; call it Second Child Syndrome, but everything is easier the second time around in so many ways. I felt more comfortable with my parenting skills and knew the do’s and don’ts from the get-go. That being said, I’ve learned that not every child is the same and Norah has proven to be her own little person and is so unlike her sister in so many ways. Regardless, I wouldn’t change anything for the world and Norah is still our amazing little Chunkers with a devilish grin and a zest for life! I’m definitely feeling ALL the feelings over here today.