Thirteen Months And One Day.

Thirteen months and one day, that's how old this girl is today.

Realized this morning that besides pictures at Christmas, I didn't have too many of just her chronicling her age right now. So we had a little photo shoot in her bedroom and I like to think I captured her just how she is right now.

Busy! What happened to our calm little girl who was content to stay in one place?

Well, she turned one. That's what happened.

It's as though a switch flipped and she went from stationary child to on the prowl busybody. She has moved to the mode where she is curious and into everything.

I complain about this stage only because I think I'm supposed to. I secretly love that her busier self has broken through. It's fun and she's just trying to keep up with her brother, H. The busiest body of all.

She has become more and more animated. Almost as though she realizes how hilarious we think she is as she makes different sounds and faces throughout the day.

She is still very much a mama's girl and becomes very jealous of anyone else I happen to be paying attention to. Even going so far as to smack them in the head in the church nursery if I so much pick up another child. Yes, we're working on this.

As of last Wednesday, I'm done nursing. Symbolizing her official transition from babe to girl. Though I thought I would struggle with this transition and ending, it ended seamlessly. Reconfirming the fact that it was time. For both of us.

She is learning how to love life from no better teacher than her brother, H. He loves to show her the world and takes great pride and joy in her every accomplishment, just as T and M have done with him and continue to do with her.

She is a beauty with light in her eyes and she has improved our lives in a way we didn't know needed improving. I love her. And everything about her toothy grin, piggy tailed, blue eyed self.

Happy 13 months, Evelyn, with more love than I knew we had.