11 months

Harper is 11 months (and one day) old. I am in shock. For many reasons, actually. I can't believe that she is almost a year old. Time is passing faster than I had anticipated. It is also hard to know she is this old because my body is not where I want it to be. A wise friend said not to think a second more about that because it is toxic to my journey. So, today I stared my Tracy Anderson Post-Pregnancy workout. It was tough. That on top of running should get me to where I want to be...but that's not what this post should really be about...



Harper is the sweetest little girl. She only gets fussy when she is hungry. Any problem she has can be solved with grapes. She loves anything off of my plate. She can take up to two steps on her own and it is dangerous to take your eyes off of her. She is teething which makes nighttime less fun. She currently has 3 teeth, with the fourth making an appearance soon. She loves music, dancing and animals. She adores babies and children. She points to things -- and actually means to point to them. Like flying birds or pointing at me when I walk across the room. She says something that sounds like a combination of "hey" and "hi." She actually says that at the correct time. She recently started saying "mamamama" in reference to me (HOORAY!) She can unlock my iphone with her little pointer finger. It is incredible to watch her move with such purpose. She shakes her head "no." Harper amazes us, entertains us, fills us with worry and with joy.

she likes to push up on her legs from this position