Divalicious kindly waited until I got home to make her first move toward walking. She is now able to independently pull up on things. She also popped her 7th tooth. She now has four chompers on the top and three on the bottom. Whoohoo! She’ll be eating corn on the cob at the fair this summer for sure. She will turn 13 months old tomorrow. Where did the time go?!? She’ll be our last baby, so I’m treasuring every second of it. All the diapers, all the fussiness, everything. She grows so quickly that I rotate clothing out of her closet regularly as she outgrows it. Every time I put another size away, I cry. That is the last time I’ll ever buy size 6 months, 9 months or 12 months. She’s been the hardest baby by far. We’ve come a long way though, and she’s my first daughter. Who wouldn’t treasure that?!?