Today marks Southern Girl's very first day of daycare.

I've said several times today to coworkers what a good feeling I had when I dropped her off this morning. She didn't cry at all, in fact, she was quite happy. The center (a local church) was so inviting, and I was left with such a good feeling as I drove off. I can't wait to pick her up in just a bit to see how she fared today.

I just can't believe how fast she is growing. She will be a year old next month. That's one. year. old. A friend, whose SIL has 2 of her 3 children 13 months apart, mentioned to me the other day how her SIL can barely remember when child #2 was a baby because #3 came into their family so fast. It saddened me so much to think I might be in the same boat in a few years, but mostly because Southern Girl is such a GOOD BABY. She could entertain herself for hours, rarely cries, and sleeps 11.5 hours a night in her own crib (things that Southern Boy never did). I just hope that, even though I am terrible at documenting the little milestones in life, her babyhood is not forgotten.