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When did that happen?

Some time between her birthday and umm...yesterday, Bug became a toddler.  Just.  Like.  That.  I will try my hardest to stop from crying every time she accomplishes something new.

Who is this toddler?

Side note:  Look how slim she looks when she is standing!  :)

Another thing- Bug has now decided that she would rather walk than crawl, despite her slow, but steady speed when she's on her feet. 

On Bug's first birthday, we officially gave up the bottle.  Yahoo!  To my surprise, she has taken it quite well and hasn't asked for a bottle yet...not even at bedtime!  I hid them, but who's to say she'd want them even if she could see them?  :)  As much as I would like to attribute this success to my weaning skills, I can't.  Bug is to credit for this success.  As always, she told me when she was ready.  She had worked herself down to one or two (maybe three) bottles a day...the third only to soothe herself to sleep and never a full 4 ounces.  It seemed like a great time to start since we had introduced the cup at about 4 months, letting her sip from our cups here and there.  That way, it wouldn't be overwhelming for her to just give up the bottle at one time.  That way, she would already be familiar with the cup, even though she didn't use it all the time.  And of course...she would want to use it because the adults use it.  As we all know, kids always want what you have and this time, she can have it!  For the first time EVER, my predictions were correct.  It actually was a great time to start.  Ha!  Parental SUCCESS...so far.  (Thought you'd never read that, huh?)

Bug is officially a toddler.  Waaaah!  REWIND!  No?

She blows kisses.  She leans on mommy when she wants a hug.  She makes me kiss all her toys.  She walks up to me, puts her face right up to mine, and smiles at me for no reason.  (Kind of creepy at first, but still cute.)  She loves to explore and discover things.  So sometimes I will leave a few toys in random places for her.  She loves hanging out in the dining room, weaving in and out of the chairs, under the table with her YBike, sometimes chasing McKayla and opening the blinds to let the sun in.  She looks like she's screaming with excitement when Daddy comes home, but really her mouth is open, but nothing is coming out.  She points her fingers.  She loves to say, "Buh, bye, No, no, no, no, no, Lau-Lo [Harlowe],".  She still loves nectarines.  She still hates greens.

Boy, I love her.  

She knows she's too big for this, right?  She climbed in all by herself.  She does this all the time.
 Yo, Bug!  That's for a baby!  You're a toddler!
 
P.S.
The best part about turning a year old?  NO MORE FORMULA!  We're onto regular milk!  Yahoo!  (Mommy and Daddy's pockets thank you for turning a year old!)

God Bless,
Kat


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