Let me take a moment to say one thing....
How the heck is my baby eleven whole months old?! It seems like she was only so briefly a little sack of potatoes that squeaked when I carried her around. Now she is a role-poly baby that has a bigger sense of adventure than Gulliver and his Travels.
If I could describe Emily in one word at this juncture it would be "active". Even when I hold her, which these days she does not prefer, she is wriggling and writhing as much as possible. She is always on the go and into about everything she can manage. Heck, she doesn't even go to bed without a fight and a good cry. Its as if she is afraid to miss out on something and surrender to sleep. I have no idea if such a high energy level is normal for a baby her age, but at least she has a sense of adventure!
Plus, she is miss social butterfly. Talk, does that child talk. Even when its just her and I on the hiking trail she is babbling away. In the back of the car she talks at her toes. When we are in the store she babbles at groceries and old ladies cooing at her alike. Most of her words are nonsensical, but she is saying "Daddy", "Maaaa", and "Doggie". She uses Daddy interchangeably with Shawn and I. I only here "Maaaa" when she is not happy about something.
Now I need to start planning the one year birthday party!
I don't want to acknowledge that Emily is going to be a year old. Just let me live in my denial forever, please.