You are a year old. (And one month.)
You are growing up so fast; this year, you got to meet your Grandad for the first time. He was so excited - it was hard for him to wait so long, but he's a teacher, and it's hard to get visas for Turkish people, like his wife and stepdaughter. They made it, and they loved you.
We had a hot summer; you and your mummy and daddy and Nacho moved house, and it's great. There's so much room to grow, and you have a garden to play in as you get bigger. Your parents are really happy and so are you.
Last month, we threw you a big party with all your friends and all the unicorns we could find. You had the best time and it was awesome to have everyone together. You got so many gifts; toys, clothes, books. You're so close to walking, now, so your mummy bought you a new pair of shoes - which you don't try to pull off your feet.
You're getting so smart; you can say Mama and Dada, cheese, doggy and 'iya! This week, I introduced you to Rainbow Brite, and you loved it. You recognised the horses and made 'clip clop' noises. I don't think your daddy was very happy with me showing it to you, though.
I can't get over your intelligence, your beauty and your bright little smile. Everyone is clamouring to see you all the time and you're still lighting up our lives. We're waiting for the moment you pick yourself up and strut across the living room; you're so nearly there and we're all excited.
Now it's Christmas all over again, and it's so hard not to spoil you, shower you with gifts and toys and clothes that you'll grow out of. But one thing you'll get a whole lot of is love and attention. I love you, baby.
