Eleven

How did we get here? I mean, she has been around forever, or so at least it feels that way... but at the same time, I was just pregnant. My daughter, the fabulous little being that she is, finally feels better. Month 10 was a very tough one with roseola and colds being strung together for several weeks at a time. She just wasn't herself, and all of it made her extremely clingy and needy of mommy. I thought it was separation anxiety, which of course she is dealing with as well, but it was heightened by her just feeling totally under the weather.
Luckily it all cleared up just in time for the supersorens to make an appearance for Halloween, and my little witch was perfection.
In so many ways I feel lucky that Coco's development has been on the slower side. I have been able to enjoy her in each phase a little longer, knowing that all too soon she will be running around and talking back. I do truly know in my heart that this little bit of struggle has already shown her what hard work is, and what it means to fight for something that you want. Shes a tiger, ready and eager to go, and a little lover. A big kiss to my litte miss on the eleventh month of her life.