Coco, age 1

Coco had her 1 year checkup today.  It is hard to believe that over a year has passed, and that she has gone from this:

to this:

She is 30 inches long, weighs 23 lbs, and is walking and babbling like crazy.  The ladies at her dayschool call her Miss Majorette because she marches along and preaches to and points her finger at all the little boys in her classroom.  Her pediatrician (whom I adore - he is a friend at church, and his love for all people practically oozes out of his pores) said that she is doing really well developmentally for her age.  Naturally...of course I've told you that she is a genius.  One time, I was trying to teach Henry how to roll over (something we've been working on for 2 years, but he just can't seem to get the concept).  Betty kept doing it, I was doing it, and all of a sudden, Caroline started doing it too.  See?  Genius. 

She has 2 bottom teeth, and 3 tiny nubs of teeth on top.  When she sees something she wants to eat, she spits that paci across the room.  She can say mama, dada, baby, bye-bye, uh-oh, and makes a high pitched (but quiet) repetitive shriek when she sees Betty and Henry (I think it is her version of barking).  She still sleeps from about 6:30 p.m. to 6:45-7 a.m., and usually wakes up around 4-5 for a bottle.  Doc says that is probably more out of habit than need, so we are going to switch to water in a sippy cup to see if we can train her to sleep until at least 6. 

She is quite the little dancer, and looks like a mini Elton John banging away on her piano while doing her squatty baby dancing at the same time.  She prefers me (she can even point me out in a picture and say "mama"), but I can tell that she also adores her daddy.  I'm just softer. :)

Lately, she likes to sleep flat on her back, arms and legs splayed out, with her minky blanky over her face.  Hilarious because that's pretty much how I sleep, except trade out the blanky for a pillow. She also loves shoes, and will bring me her shoes when asked and also when she sees them.  She might look like her daddy, but she knows shoes are special, just like her mama.

This morning, she saw the Knight and I exchanging snuggles and kisses (no hanky panky here, just a little goodbye embrace), and she had this very concerned and unhappy look on her face.  Dare I say that she exhibited just a touch of jealousy???  Also, she already has quite a temper, and has thrown multiple tantrums at home and at the grocery store.  The terrible twos are going to be a picnic, I'm sure.

I made this photo for part of her 1st birthday party decor, and it really is a precious snapshot of our little bean. 

precious babes and precocious toddlers,