And she's tall and she's smiley and she's little miss social everywhere we go (wherever would she have picked up that little trait?) She's also throwing toddler-style tantrums that stop Anderson in his tracks, totally awestruck (and taking notes on his Magna Doodle, probably). I can't deny the truth ... her baby days are at their dusk, and toddlerhood looms. Which means two toddlers. Oh, mah, gawwww.
And as is the case, I fear, for every big moment in the life of a second child...Miss V had all of 2.2 seconds to be the center of attention before big brother crashed the party.
So there you have it, she's 11 months old, and those are the photos to prove it. I'm not even going to get into how sad it is that this is the very last of V's monthly photos, because then I'd cry and need to go eat a pile of peanut butter cups to console myself. And I worked WAY too hard at Zumba class this morning to succumb to that. So I'll just stop before I go there. But it is sad. She was just born YESTERDAY, for goodness sake! SOB!