I've always called Amelia my "Intrepid Girl."
Her name, accurately enough, means "industrious."
It suits her.
She's always been, well, industrious. In the NICU, I saw her eyes light up at the glimpses she gleaned from her little window. I could just tell that my baby girl was going to love the outside.
When she was three weeks old, she was sitting in her Bumbo seat. She couldn't sit for long periods of time, but the fact that she sat up told me what I knew from the beginning: this girl wants to MOVE.
Amelia started crawling at around the six-month mark, and at nine months, she took her first steps.
Now, before her first birthday, she's started to RUN. She loves to be outside. She throws her hands up, says "aaaaaaayyyyy!" (like the Fonz...heh heh) and literally runs. She's into absolutely everything now. Yesterday when "Pammy" kept Amelia, Pammy turned around to discover that Amelia scaled a chair and completely conquered the coffee table. Colton was never this much trouble.
Honestly, none of this surprises me. I've heard stories about me as a baby. I remember D'Anna as a baby. We were rambunctious. I think my mother used to go into corners in cry when we took naps. I mean, why do you people think I waited so long to have a baby? I knew!
So, she's gone from this...