Thirteen months

Thirteen months came and went quickly for Emeline. It feels like just yesterday we were celebrating her first birthday. Unfortunately, Emeline spent her 13 month day sick with a fever and a cold. This was her first really high fever, and she has been such a trooper. Smiling and playing, despite burning up and not feeling good. You could tell she wasn't feeling well as she toddled around with poor balance, but she just kept on going. Thankfully, after a few days the fever cleared up and she is on the mend.

13 months is not much different than 12, just more of everything. If I had to sum it up in one word, I'd say: walking. If I had three words, I'd say: walking, walking, walking. That's not to say that Emeline just started walking, she took her first steps around 11 months, and by 12 months was definitely walking to and from objects, and even started walking out into the room. But between 12 and 13 months, wow...she is a toddler now. Even though it's been a slow progression, I still watch her with amazement. This little person who joined us as such a tiny being a year ago, is now doing laps in our living room. Amazing.

The other thing that seems to come out more and more as time goes on is talking. Not in English, or Spanish, or any other language she's been exposed to really, but in her own language. Yet you can tell it's intentional, and she means something. I can't wait to figure out what she's been saying all this time. She is also signing more. That's also been a slow progression starting a couple months ago imitating us, but now initiating the signs on your own. Watch out, communication here we come.

Here is a little collage I like to call "All you need is love, not pants."