This milestone hit me hard. The last haul before turning one. Buying 9-12 months sized clothes stung and I have found myself longing for the tiny Phoebe days. Just longing mind you, wouldn’t want to go back to the zombie hormone days.
Phoebe has become quite the performer, she knows how to make you laugh and pulls questionable but cute faces.
Words have started with weeeee, hi,mama,baa baa, hiya, ola (dog) and daddad (grandad)
She is my child so her being a chatter box was a given.
She has got the moves like Jagger, if Jagger was a drunken one legged horse. Bum shuffling everywhere, crawling when she has to and manoevering like Stig from Top Gear in her walker.
Every day a new thing develops and it is amazing watching her change.
Though on the 9 month of still not sleeping through, I could occasionally put her in the kennels for the night.
That’s it now. The final countdown.