The end is near.

All good things must come to an end. My posts are becoming fewer and farther in between. I have only one more month before the completion of this blog. I plan on turning this blog into a book reflecting back on Sydney's first year of life. It's going to be bittersweet writing that last post, but new good things are coming.

Sydney has been on the move! She's not walking yet. I'm surprised actually, being the little dare devil she is, she only likes to stand or walk if holding my hands. She's perfectly capable and strong enough, that's for sure. We are up to 7 teeth and counting. She still loves giving high fives and kisses. She's getting more interested in independent play, books, and interactive toys. I love watching her crawl around the house, exploring every corner. She enjoys taking herself to her room to play in the mirror for a while and then comes back to see if I'm still around. She eats all table foods, whatever we eat. Still waiting for her birthday for dairy and eggs though. We are still nursing.

My favorite thing at the moment is how she crawls after Beaker-meowing at him. We were out for a walk the other day and she meowed at a dog passing by. She meows at animal commercials, and in the pet shop. She meows if I ask her what Beaker says. I think it's safe to say her favorite word right now is "meow".

Next month is a big month. My little baby will turn one year old. We will begin the weaning process, from the boob to sippy cups of whole milk. She will learn to walk. I'm sure there will be lots more excitement. I'm not sad about it at the moment. I also am NOT promising I won't cry when she's looking down at that meticulously made birthday cake, with a single flame casting the sweetest glow on her perfect little face. And then she'll tear it to pieces.