It's nearly 3 pm, and Smartie and I just realized that Munch is 14 months old today. Much as a point passes where you realize you've stopped tracking your child's birthday in weeks, it appears we're getting to a place where the months aren't so big of a deal, either.
Other than being a little skinny, which makes her look smaller than she is, you'd never know she's so young. She went from walking to running to now walking about on her tiptoes and walking backwards, her two new favorite tricks. She's picking up works and noises quickly -- she can mimic a monkey if you ask her to, and anything having to do with fish makes her make fish mouth at you, including pictures in a book and even goldfish crackers. She will show you her ears, her nose, and her belly button (although sometimes she misses) and your belly button as well. And she'll pick up a word after one or two tries if it appeals to her in some way, like her unfortunate realization that I have a tattoo.
She sings, she dances, she loves "Saucy" the snowman. And now I understand what you all meant when you said they grow up too fast.