One Month To Go!

It's bittersweet.

Last year at this time I was ready for this month to be over with.

I was nervous AB would show up before Easter (which was at the end of the month) and I would have nothing for her.

I had a list of things in my head for J to pick up at Babies R Us for her little basket if that happened.

My bags were packed.

I was visiting my Doctor and Specialist weekly.

Little did I know I was about to be put on bedrest.

Now here we are a year later, with an 11 month old.

I can not believe it.

So here's to you baby girl:

Happy 11 month birthday to our Sweet kiss stealing, little book worm, bye bye/hello waving, "roll em up" doing, Fresh Beat Band dancing, squat to standing, stair master, no stop moving, talkative, sneaky, mess making, Pinky Oso carrying, nunu addicted, smart, spinach pizza eating, back patting, outdoor adventurer, climbing like a monkey, head standing, fit throwing, bow wearing, beach loving, lip gloss finding, beautiful, lovable, everything we ever could want and so much more....Sugga Bear!

 This was taken on her actual 11 mo Birthday.

The book this month was The Velveteen Rabbit.

It's obviously a classic, and with her month birthday the same week as Easter I thought it was appropriate.

While I'm sure everyone has read the book.  

This is my favorite passage:

 

The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.

"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit.

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt."

"Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?"

"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."

"I suppose you are real?" said the Rabbit. And then he wished he had not said it, for he thought the Skin Horse might be sensitive.

But the Skin Horse only smiled. 

  While I love watching AB grow, I fear the day when people are hateful to her, or she is hateful to someone else.

I know it's coming, it's unavoidable, and probably the worst part about being a girl.

I just hope that my sweet little girl continues to be that way and never becomes a bully.

I hope she loves everyone, and everything and in return I hope most people are kind to her.

I guess it's what ever mom wants.

*sigh*

I dread middle school and high school.

Anyways.

Month 10 was pretty good to us.  We had a lot of new adventures, and learned new things.

I hear the next couple of months will be a big difference.

Here. We. GO!

   

Oh did I mention we are now standing up in the middle of the room?

Until Next Time....

From Our Swamp to Yours...