15 Months

15 months marked a big month for little Miss Mia. She hung out in three different states, 6 different cities, and decided the time was right to explore the world on her own and finally let go of my index finger when walking. 

After months of wearing soft sole shoes we woke up one morning with meeting Nannie K at the shoe store on our agenda, to invest in some big girl shoes. I guess Mia knew what was up, because when I got her out of her crib that morning and put her on the floor she walked out of her room and around the corner. Apparently going to the shoe store unable to walk is not the cool thing to do. 

Still uncertain if she was just feeling brave that morning or had decided the time was right, I told the man at the shoe store she didn't walk, he looked at me like I was insane when she cruised all through his store and I was forced to chase her into his stocking room. For some reason I feel like this is not the last time she is going to make me look like a complete idiot in public... oh well.

Daddy taught me to drive so I figured walking wasn't a top priority.

Until I realized I couldn't hold on to the couch with one hand and my purse with the other... so I decided the only way to make it out shopping was to finally give it a whirl on my own.

Geaux Tigers, Beat Bama!

After I mastered walking I decided to set my sights higher and began the experiment of how many pairs of socks I could fit in the ball popper. I do love socks, bows fit nicely in it too.

NC State caught wind of my talents and invited me to tour their dorms for the day.

Showing off my new shoes. Hey friend hold on, I am going to call someone right away and find out how we can help this dry hair problem you seem to be having.

Making Mommy tea for the end of her race celebration.

Oh dear Mommy, I seem to have misjudged your current needs. It is going to take way more than tea to help you start looking better.

The wonderful world of walking opened up so many opportunities that were never there before.

I was so sad to leave the W-S for Thanksgiving, I decided to leave a little part of me behind in every room of the children's museum. I hated to leave any of the plastic pieces out.

That is my friend from the plane, seated next to her is puppy dog flying under the seat!

In about five minutes her Momma won't be laughing anymore when she discovers her baby's diaper is leaking poo out of the front.

Bye, bye now and a happy 15 Months to me!