Eleven joy-filled months.

Silly. Charming. Jolly. Determined. Fun. That’s my girl. At just one month shy of a year old, she babbles, crawls, dances, high-fives, patty-cakes, points, moans (yes, moans) over real food and puts a smile on our faces every day. This morning she found it hilarious to tug the shower curtain out from the bathtub, soaking…