Rosie Mae is Seventeen Months
Every month, I take a photo of our daughter on her monthly birthday. Here she is at seventeen months:
Something crazy happened between sixteen and seventeen months.
She grew up.
I'm not a fool; I know when I look back on this time she'll still be a baby. But, the difference between sixteen and seventeen months seems like the difference between one year and two. Talking, assuredly walking, her face changed from being baby-ish to more like that of a little girl. Her legs, from all her champion walking, are becoming defined and steady. She absolutely, 100% without a doubt, grew up.
Her sass is much sassier. 
Her laugh is much laughier.
But every so often, I still see my little baby looking back at me.
If only for tiny, quiet moments here and there.
We've found though, that no matter how much she changes and how much she grows, she has always been, and will always be, our little weirdo.
We're madly in love with this girl. More and more every day.
-Kerry:)