Oh my goodness. Nine days and Alexa will be ELEVEN months. (Lol, I just typed "ten" and had to backspace.. it is truly unreal.) Eleven as in, ONE month away from being a year old!!! I just want to squeeze my baby while she is still a baby because this time is just flying by and I feel like my baby is slipping away from me! Literally! Haha.. She doesn't let me snuggle her anymore. But really, I feel like she's such a big girl now.
May we take a little walk down memory lane?
I cry when I look at these ultrasound pictures. My little inside baby!
My little snuggle baby. I was 20-something weeks here. 22 I think?
I was 30 weeks here.. This one really gets me because you can really make out her face, and she still looks so much like this picture!
Me and my hugeness. Looking at this picture makes me glad I had a c-section. Not that she was really big (like we thought) but I am just a very small person!
My sweet little BooBear on the night she was born. This picture makes me want to rewind time just to go back and kiss and snuggle my tiny baby some more.
She was so little! Only a couple weeks old. The matching was a coincidence, I swear.
Here's Alexa at one month old. Who's that sexy guy? ;)
Two months old. I had to put her in the Jumperoo as soon as we put it together. She was too little, but I couldn't resist!
Three months. She loved having her talks with daddy after he was gone all day at work.

Alexa's first Halloween. She was four months.
Five months and sitting all by herself for the first time!

Six months. Look at my little cutie with Santa.
7 months. We had professional pictures made for Grandma's birthday.
Eight months.. First ponytail!
Nine months. At Laguna Beach right before we moved away from beautiful Southern California!

Ten months old and back in Houston.

And here's my girl now at almost eleven months....
People say kids grow fast and you hear that all the time, but man... You don't really know until you have kids of your own and time just flies by. I remember Alexa's birth like it was yesterday. Now I almost don't remember her being so tiny and I wish I could go back just for a moment and hold her seven-pound body against me. At almost eleven months now, she is her own person completely. She has the biggest personality of any baby her age that I've known, and I think I've known a lot! Before I know it, it will be this time next year and I'll be wondering what happened to the little crawling monster that she is now. I am trying my best to enjoy her at this age while I can, because I know it won't last.
Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I’ve grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew
And out in the yard there’s a hullabaloo
But I’m playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.
-Ruth Hulbert Hamilton