Happy Birthday, little one!

We had a really fun double birthday party a couple of weeks ago to celebrate Reagan's 1st birthday and her cousin Alexis' 3rd birthday. Reagan was...uncertain, to say the least, about her birthday cake and being given free reign of it. She cried and didn't want to touch it, but she eventually warmed up and enjoyed herself aa little bit.

Here are Reagan's one-year stats:

Weight: 18lbs 11oz (12th %)

Height: 29 in (50th %)

She used to be much more average for weight, but I guess she's more interested in cruising around and playing these days than she is in eating. She is so, so close to walking now. She has taken as many as about 10 steps toward me without falling, and she can really book it around the couch. She has even stood up by herself without holding on to anything, she's just not all the way there yet. She waves and says "bye bye", she gives high-fives and kisses, and the girl jabbers on and on endlessly--long strings of what sound like words but maybe in another language. It's so adorable! And her hand gestures really make it seem like she's saying something very deliberate, like "Look at those blinds, dad." And unfortunately, she's been saying a word, or making a sound, rather, that sounds exactly like a certain 4-letter curse word that starts with s. Over and over she makes this sound, and like a couple of 14-year-olds Josh and I laugh at it every time.

See, she looks a little concerned, doesn't she?

Her first little pig tails! Sadly, they didn't last.

A quick look at her standing on her own (and yes, she is carrying around a bunch of batteries, which were quickly taken away).

Reagan and I took a "Mom & Tot" swim class recently and it was a lot of fun. She probably didn't actually learn much at her age, but I think she had fun and was able to feel a little more comfortable in the water. We did get her face in a couple times, and she even blew some bubbles once. But the cutest was when I would set her up on the side and she would slide closer to the edge and then jump in toward me. Trusting little thing. We took the class with a friend of mine who has a baby girl too, so that made it that much better.

Reagan would float on her back while I sang, "Twinkle, twinkle, little star".

This is a common face that she makes all the time, usually with an "oh" sound.