The state of our little family, in the style of Time Magazine’s Milestones section. Just because.

One: Pooky’s age. We made it a whole year! Hallelujah! It just gets easier from here, right? Right?

Full of tissues: All of our garbage cans. Since getting sick for the second time since starting daycare, Pooky has become a veritable fountain of mucous. We wonder if the explanation for Pooky’s slow weight gain is that she’s lost at least half her body weight in snot.

Finally here: Teeth! Two of them on the bottom. They’re tiny and cute.

Talking up a storm: Pooky, with her hands and with her voice. All that sign language we’ve been doing is really paying off, especially when she’s crying and is able to tell us what’s wrong. The spoken words are pretty thrilling too. I’m partial to “Dada,” but that’s just me.