51 Weeks.

The email in my inbox from Parenting, or Baby Center, or whatever parenting company it is, says that E is 51 weeks old today and I just can't wrap my head around it.

I scroll through the email and contemplate hitting unsubscribe so that they stop reminding me just how old she's getting and how quickly time is going by, but I don't. Cause a piece of me likes the reason to pause.

Yes, in one week (and a day) she'll be 1 and I feel as though I blinked.

I am feeling somber and bittersweet, yet excited and happy when I see that toothy grin.

I am still nursing and that should be a post in and of itself. I never planned on going this far but here we sit a week away from one and it just is what it is.

I realized a few days ago that when H was a babe the pictures of him were double and the videos, oh the videos. Of singing, dancing, talking, reading...everything. And poor E, why yes we have pictures (and I like to think just as many, just in different ways) but as far as videos go, they are few and far between. So this morning I took a video of her sitting in her high chair after breakfast. Hoping to show off some of her favorite words and skills, but you know how that goes.



Happy 51 weeks E!