It’s hard to believe. Thirteen months old. I feel as if I’ve blinked and all this time has gone by. Her little gummy smile has been replaced with many pearly whites, her almost non-existent head of hair is starting to curl, her “happy crawl” is turning into her “happy walk,” and my heart melts with every change. Sad that she is no longer an infant but amazed to watch her explore the world around her. My sweet Afton: 13 month old.