Wow.  Binja, do you realize that in a mere 30 days, you will be 1 year old?  I cannot believe this.  Quite frankly, I’m not going to.  I’m not accepting this fact until two weeks prior to December 7th, when Ra will undoubtedly start asking me about your birthday party, and I’ll do an “OH CRAP” moment and then throw a whole bunch of crapdash stuff together.

(I kid.  I actually have been planning the party, believe it or not.  I wanted to document it here, in case it NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN.)

This month has been a lot of fun in your development.  While before you would scoot around, mild-mannerly, at your leisure.. now you have PLACES TO GO and PEOPLE TO SEE and CRAP TO GET INTO and you move at 90 bajillion miles per hour.

(All of these pics were taken within 35 seconds.  SERIOUSLY.)

(Random shot of Zombie Baby that I made and then had nightmares about for weeks:)

You have two favorite spots in the house: wherever the dog is..

And wherever your brother is:

You have also gotten quite sassy, and of course WE HAVE NO IDEA WHERE YOU GOT THAT FROM, but you are quick to flash us some Blue Steel moments while crawling about.

You also had a slight growth spurt, and suddenly nothing fit you anymore.

And this was also the month of putting shit on your head.

Perhaps my favorite part of this month is that I got some pictures with you.  I’ve avoided having my picture taken since your arrival, but this month, I actually managed a few.  So let it be documented: I am, in fact, your mother and not some stalker who slaps shit on your head.

(Random cameo by AndyZ)

It’s easy to get sentimental, but I’ll save that smooshy stuff for next month.

When you turn 1 year old.  And, some would say, stop being a baby.

(But you’ll always be MY baby.)