I woke up this morning and discovered that the new version of Blogger ate this post. And I'm pretty sad about that, but I'll try to recreate it, as best I can.
Happy Birthday! It's really hard for me to believe that it's been a year since you came flying into the world. Yet, at the same time, I have no idea what we did before you were here. It's a cliche, but like most cliches it is grounded in reality, time just flew by. I'm admittedly a bit weepy looking back at the pictures of those first days and weeks and knowing that you'll never be that tiny again. So, even though at every stage I say, "This is my favorite age," I still miss your cuddly newborn-ness. I just didn't realize how fast things moved at the time. Looking back, it's hard to believe that these are pictures of the same baby...
So what are you up to...
- You have transitioned into the one year old room at day care. This means that you are the youngest one in the room and the only non-walker. But the good news is that there are better toys in there and you get to go outside to play (weather dependent).
- At day care you take a nap every day on a little cot. This is amazing to me. But you follow the lead of the older kids, crawl onto your cot (it even has your name on it), your teacher pats your back a bit, and then you sleep for a couple of hours. It's shocking since you would never sleep in the cribs in the infant room.
- Speaking of crawling, you are still doing that. You pull up constantly and your balance is certainly improving, but no walking yet. You climb up stairs like a master, though, and your standing has definitely improved in the last week or so.
- You are a chatterbox. You talk constantly, mostly nonsense (to us), but your speech follows the intonation of adult conversation. You do have a few words that you say consistently: dada, who is it/that, Idunno, something that sounds like Nola, cracka, and last week you pronounced banana perfectly. But I haven't heard it again. You are also signing versions of "more" and "all done."
- In the past couple of weeks you seem to be learning what no means. You shake your head no, and last week you crawled over to Nola's bowls (where you would love to play and make a mess) and began shaking your head no. Your gesture for Yes is to bounce your whole body up and down.
- You are eating 3 solid meals and at least one snack. Your favorite foods are yogurt, cheese, mac & cheese, and grahams, but you will eat whatever they put in front of you at day care. You are bit more finicky at home. You still have one bottle before bed. I know we should be working on giving that up and I had planned to, but I'm not in any hurry.
- You go to bed every night between 7 and 8 (usually closer to 7). On day care mornings, I have to wake you up to drop you off before work. On days that you are home with daddy, you will sleep until anywhere between 7 and 9.
- You like to play with remote controls and cell phones. You pick up my phone and put it up to your eat to have a conversation or run your fingers over the screen as if to text. You also love to look at books. Sometimes you'll pick them up and start chattering as if you are reading. You love to get into the kitchen cupboards and play with the magnets on the refrigerator.
- You love to play outside, but you don't like crawling in the grass. You do, however, like to eat dirt. You think it is very funny when we rush to swipe it away from your mouth. You have been "helping" in the garden.
We are planning a big, colorful birthday party for this weekend. I've really been looking forward to it, and I think it will be so much fun. I know you won't remember it, but you'll have plenty of pictures to show you what a fun time we had.
So where do I end. I've been thinking a lot about that song from RENT and all the ways that you can measure a year. It's cheesy, I know. And while I could attempt to count the sleepless nights, the bottles made, the diapers changed, the colds and viruses, the doctor visits, or the ER visit (singular), they are all pretty trivial and insignificant ways to measure the last 366 days (we even got an extra day in year 1). I'll admit that there was a time in my life (say, the mid-20s) when I didn't get why having a baby was such a big deal. But I now understand. It's a big deal to bring a baby into the world, provide for her, and pour pretty much everything you have into her. I get it. I've taken thousands of pictures in the past year, and there will be hundreds more before we close out the first year celebration, but here are some of my favorites:
This year has been amazing, and I can only imagine that it just keeps getting better from here.
Mamamama (it would be great if you would start saying my name soon)