Fancy Walker!

My Sweet Libby has long surpassed the eleven month mark. I cannot begin to admit that she's growing up. She is and always will be my sweet little teeny, tiny baby girl. Don't think you can argue otherwise. I just won't have it.

 Yes, she's coloring on my tile with a crayon. What of it?


And I am most definitely not prepared for this:

She actually managed her first steps when we were visiting with the husband's sister over the holiday break. But now there's no stopping her. I'd say she's an 80% walker now. It's a true crime against her babyhood.

Go ahead, haul her away in cuffs! I dare you not to smooch on her cheeks in the meantime.