My daughter just had her first birthday. The night before I looked at her as she lay asleep in her crib. Just realizing how big she got. It brought back memories of being pregnant, of the day in the hospital and seeing her for the first time. So for some reason I made her one year check up on her birthday. Big mistake, don't do it. Having shots on the birthday is not fun. But as I left the doctors office, a newborn was in the waiting room. I stared for a moment at how tiny and helpless this baby was and looked at my daughter held at my hip and how she has gone from this tiny newborn to sitting, crawling, talking, standing, walking with help and eating on her own. BTW, she won't even let me feed her anymore. She wants to eat all by herself. The milestones are exciting but also a little sad. Although the baby year is a hard one, it's sad to see it gone. And as I sit here trying to write this I have been interrupted several times as she crawls up to my chair, stands up and tries to help me type. She's a big girl now. It's all good.