Holy crap, guys. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to take a picture of an incredibly active 11 month old? I took 52 shots and I swear to you, only 4 are in focus. And of those 4, there's just one that is fully in focus. I'm really starting to see the beauty of only doing these monthly photos for a year.
Anyway, here we are. The home stretch. In approximately 4 weeks, my baby will no longer be a baby; She will officially be a toddler. I know I've said it before, but it truly is surreal how quickly time flies. Cheech doesn't even feel like a baby anymore. She keeps acquiring lots of fancy new skills that get her closer and closer to becoming more independent from us... more her own person. I'm so proud of her.
P once mentioned that the first year is about SURVIVING, and it could not be better put. There is so much to learn, both about your baby AND yourself, that it's virtually impossible not to [often] feel emotionally, mentally, and physically overwhelmed. But it's all good. Last week, Joe and I were reflecting on the past 11 months. He said that it has been both the most challenging and the most fun year of his life. So fucking true.