That's right, I officially have a one year old. It's funny because at times it seems like she should be at least 3 and at others I am holding her and feeling like she can't be crawling, now walking or trying to talk. Her favorite phrase? It's a toss up between what that and momma. But my favorite thing? Is her sense of humor. She loves to laugh and nothing is better than her laughing along with Spencer and I...for no reason. I survived the first year and now things should get easier, right?
And of course no birthday post is complete without a video montage of photos from this past year: