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Meadow @ 12 Months



The day of Meadow's birth seems so far away, yet I can't believe she's a one year old. I had been waiting for this day for awhile. When she was just 12 days old I remember thinking I couldn't wait until she was older. I hated the newborn stage. 



Meadow weighs 17 pounds and 10 ounces. She is 28" long. 




She loves drinking water, playing in the sand, swinging, climbing up things, bike rides, going to storytime, taking things out or off shelves, pointing, climbing in and out of things,



Her favorite foods are bananas, toast with avocado, berries, 

She still hasn't taken any steps and refuses help with walking. She will pull the hand towels off of our oven while standing and loves to stand in the bathtub.




She has eight teeth now. Four on top and four on the bottom.

She's gotten a lot better about putting things in her mouth. We've discovered she bites a lot when she's tired.

She understands what book, milk or eat means.



She's getting better about sleeping through the night. She may only get up once and sometimes that's not until 7 am. She's a late sleeper like her Papa and usually wakes up anywhere between 9-10:30. 

She's nurses only 2-3 times a day.

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