Havanna is ONE. I can't believe it. When Talullah turned one, I was pregnant with Berlyn. At Berlyn's first birthday party, we announced the pregnancy of Havanna. And now, my little baby is one, and she REALLY is the baby. My precious little girl, so sweet and happy and full of belly laughs and slobbery kisses. She's almost walking, has just broken through her 6th tooth, weighs in at 22.5 pounds, and loves her big sisters. Even though she has only slept once through an entire night (until 5am), she manages to make this exhausted momma laugh every single day. If I have to bet on her personality type, I'd venture to say that she is going to be quite the class clown. Even as I type this, she sits in front of the floor length mirror, just checking herself out and having a blast. She tilts her wobbly head to one side, tucked to her shoulder, and she puts on her big, silly grin, with her eyes squinted to half moon slits. We love you, Havanna Banana. We can't wait to watch you grow, but we sure do love these baby stages.
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