I went back to work about a month ago and you've handled it perfectly. As expected the mornings and evenings can get a bit hectic and chaotic feeling trying to get everyone ready and out the door in the morning or fed and bathed before bed at night but you hardly seem phased.
You are into everything. Everything. I don't remember your brother being as tough to keep an eye on as you, but I am sure he was. I will check on you in the living room and then step into the kitchen for all of 20 seconds which is enough time for you to motor down the hallway and into one of the bedrooms to inevitably empty a drawer of all of it's contents. You're stealthy like a ninja. And for all the toys you have scattered around the living room you would much rather play with the remote control, turn your humidifier on and off or investigate the mechanics of a toilet seat. After chasing you for about the millionth time one day, your dad said "She sure is curious. More curious than Brooks was." That was a nice way of putting it.
Speaking of Brooks you two are still the best of friends. You have your moments of course and you've started to hold your own again the brute, but for the most part you are both most concerned with making each other happy.
A lot of the time you can be found with a sock in each hand while you are getting into trouble. And everything, those socks included, goes in your mouth. We are pretty positive you swallowed a piece of chalk one day. Thankfully Healthline and poison control put my mind at ease that although you may have a tummy ache you would in fact survive.
You finally cut two teeth. But that's it for now. Although your bottom two teeth coming in meant for some sleepless nights, your dad and I are anxious to get this teething show on the road so meal prep doesn't take so long. Mashing or cutting everything into dozens of pieces is getting old.
You love to shovel handfuls of shredded cheese in our mouth and I think could survive on cheese alone if we let you. Your other favourites include toast and jam, carrots, yams, yogurt and blueberries. Honestly though, you don't hesitate to try anything we put in front of you.
You are walking! In a matter of about two or three weeks you took your first steps to proudly wide stepping it all the way down the hallway. You nearly run at times and for the most part have graduated from the arms in the air ape walk to looking like a cowboy sauntering up to a gun fight with his hands on his holsters or a George Jefferson-esque swagger.
You poop in the tub. A lot. That's your thing. You're a tub pooper and proud of it. The last time you did it, Brooks caught a real kick out of saying "The Tub Pooper strikes again!"
You natter and chit chat all the time. Brooks sometimes claims he knows what you are saying and almost always uses it to his advantage. The best is when you try to mimic someone. At your birthday party your cousins were all talking/yelling at each other at the table and it didn't take long before you were chiming in. You do say mom, mommommom, dad, dadadada, yeah, a version of hi and even make a sort of huffing noise when we ask what the puppies say. Just in the last couple weeks your dad has taught you how to make sneeze noises. It's the cutest thing when you say "ah ah ah ah doh."
For the most part you've been an amazing sleeper. We know how spoiled we are in that area. Aside from restless and even sleepless nights because of teething, you typically go to bed by 7:30 pm and are up between 6 and 6:30 am. You've also almost entirely cut out your morning nap and have a solid afternoon snooze for us. The best though is when you fall asleep in your high chair. I don't know what it is about babies falling asleep while eating, but I love it.
You are demanding. Not in a needy, sucky way. An assertive, no bull kind of way. When you want your bottle you let it be known, when you want to eat you let it be known, when you are getting tired you let it be known. You've even gotten into the super sweet habit of walking into your room and pulling your cuddle blanket out when it's nap or bedtime. It's hilarious to watch you walked up to your crib, reach in, plant your weight and then rip that blankie through the rungs like you're about to tell it exactly where to go and how to get there, but instead your gently pull it up to your face and smile.
Your 1 year immunizations were a breeze. You are still on the tiny side compared to your brother at 20.5 lbs, but tall at 29 inches. You are wearing mostly 12-18 clothes, but some pants are too big in the waist for you even though you have hips and thighs to spare.
You dance! I can't get enough of it and you especially love to be encouraged and cheered on when you do it. The best part is the excitement we've shown over your dancing has brought your brother out of his dance shell. You have the knee bend bum pop covered and Brooks has some mean shuffling/break dancing skills. I could chant "Go Quinn, Go Quinn, Go Go Go Quinn!" and "Go Brooksy, Go Brooksy, Go Go Go Brooksy!" for hours.
We love the Little Miss you've become over the past year. Although you've grown in size, you haven't outgrown your easy going nature or your need for independence balanced perfectly with being the best cuddler. I can't count the number of times your dad and I exchange "how awesome is she?!?!" glances with each other.
One day Quinn, if you decide to become a mommy, I will share more specifics about the beautiful, incredible moments, the real, honest struggles and all the amazing ways it's changed me. But for now, all you need to know is this past year has been the absolute best and hardest year of my life and you were a part of every single second of the best and all of the joy that got me through the hardest. Me, your daddy and Brooksy are all better for you becoming a part of our family. You are our Quinners and our world just wouldn't be as bright without your big brown eyes and hairline raising smile.