But, from the minute she was born I knew that my life would never be the same. She was always busy, always on the go, and always curious about everything. And, she was on the move as soon as she figured out she could do it.
- crawled out of a playpen when she was 5 months old
- pulled herself to standing (also at 5 months) and pulled telephone off onto her face - requiring a trip to the ER. They had to be shown that she actually could stand and pull herself up.
- walked at 6 months and had to have the smallest walking shoes that the children's shoe store sold. Again, I had to prove that she actually did walk. (That was really fun. I can still see the smirk fall right off that salesman's face. It was priceless.)
- would walk over to her cousin (who was two weeks younger - and not crawling) and take his pacifier. After she was bored with it, she would drop it down on the floor but always out of his reach.
- slept from midnight until 6:00 AM, took two 1-hour naps a day, and expected to be ENTERTAINED the rest of the time.
Or, you can see some attitude in these pictures, as well:
Especially the bottom left.
She was a pretty cute kid, though...
This is one of my favorite pictures - she's picking on her cousin once again.
She's grown up into a lovely young woman, one that I'm so proud to call my daughter AND my friend. I wish her many, many happy birthdays to come as she celebrates a new life with her husband, son, and baby-to-be.
God bless you, Amy - and Happy Birthday. I'm not planning on being up at 12:44 AM on this April 27th!