Here's some important info about Sara at one::
- 30 1/4 inches tall (75th percentile)
- 23 pounds 3 ounces ( 80th percentile)
- 18 inch head (75th percentile)
- 5 teeth (3 on the bottom, 2 on the top . . . with a 6th one about to appear)
- can walk (but still often opts for crawling)
- waves, claps, signs "more", knows "how big is Sara?" and raises up both hands for "SO big!"
- can say "hi" (and does often!), "momma" and "dada".
- is not a fan of drinking from a cup -- prefers a bottle or a straw
- has yet to sleep through the night
- doesn't mind being carted around by her siblings (or their friends) even if they hold her in ways that look, to me, like they would hurt . . . what a trooper
- jabbers a lot
- will make a b-line for the bathroom to splash in the toilet if you forget to shut the bathroom door (she has some freakish radar for an open bathroom door)
- has mastered going UP the stairs, but can't get back down safely (although, unfortunately, has gotten down in an unsafe manner . . . yup, exactly what you're thinking. Don't worry. She survived just fine.)
Those babies, they grow up so fast! The other night as Sara was sick (blasted ear infection) and I was up with her most of the night I held her as she slept . . . and she's just. so. big. So long. So heavy. So grown up looking. That particular night, she would only sleep against my chest while I was sitting up. Anytime I tried something else (laying down a bit, or -- heaven forbid -- putting her back in her crib) she'd start screaming again . . . and with 5 other kids in the house, middle-of-the-night screaming is something we try and avoid. So I sat on the couch with her sleeping on my chest for a good portion of the night. It left me pretty tired, but, these days, the chances I have to hold her as she sleeps don't come very often, if at all. So, I'll try to see the silver lining and remember the feel of her one-year-old body against mine heavy with much-needed, but hard-won, sleep.