She is about a week from walking. She is less than a week from being a year old. I am dying. I can't believe it. Our last baby is already one. So, I don't really miss the recovery from the C-section, I don't really miss sleepless nights (although Greg did most the night stuff) and I don't really miss feeding every 2-3 hours BUT I am going to miss having a baby in the house.

She no longer holds still. She no longer snuggles. She no longer wants to lay on my chest for a nap. Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh! I can't stand it. I think I am going to go eat some ice cream and cry...