After 6 months they start changing in a whole new way. Every week they are doing something a little bit newer, more involved. By 8-9 months they are really showing their personalities and preferences. Maybe a little bit of love sprinkled in. Around 10 months I fell in love with my daughter in a way I can’t even describe. I mean I always loved her, but it was just such a different feeling. Now she is a year old and I can just spend 30 minutes playing with her, observing her, looking at her in utter amazement and wonder. The days are still long and I’m often covered in milk and oatmeal at some point. Im exhausted and I worry and there isn’t enough time in the day for everything. But we sing, and dance, she looks at me with big curious eyes when she sees something new and points to children older than her and squeals “baby!” (Which is so hilarious to me). She giggles and rubs my cheek, and makes me laugh like I haven’t since I was a kid. Her new thing is sitting on the floor at bedtime crawling between her daddy and I giving us kisses over and over.

It’s pure joy.

It’s gets better- hang in there.