...as I unsuccessfully try to get her to nap, I'm remembering her last year at this time, chubby and serious, still sleeping in the bassinet next to the bed, and finally ours. And now she's so tall and independent that I swear she's going to ask to take driver's ed so she can drive herself to work. I mean, look at the difference one year makes:
The day of her final adoption court hearing:
And now, at fifteen months:
Does every passing year bring changes this dramatic? I hope so.