I've noticed that although I spent the first year of her life worrying that Mabel wouldn't reach developmental milestones on time, the second year has been more about preventing them. I don't want her to figure out how to take her clothes off, because that will probably lead to naked sprees through Target. I don't want her to climb too well, because that will lead to more knots on the head. I don't want her to learn how to speak correctly, because then I would lose one of the major sources of my amusement: Mabel's own special words for things and ways of saying them. My favorite of the moment is how, even though she once knew the "correct" order for numbers, she now consistently counts: one, two, three, five, six, eight, nine, ten, eleven, eight, nine, ten. She also doesn't completely understand the concept of counting so she frequently does this while looking at a book with say three bears, and moving her finger around and counting to 11. Then she'll smile proudly and exclaim "counting!" I'm sure I'll be very proud of her when she finally counts correctly and appropriately, but for now it just seems to much more fun this way.