My baby is one year old today! I am both excited and weepy, all wrapped up into a emotional taco. Ans got her first pair of shoes today and had her watermelon-themed party this weekend.
Watermelons are the first thing that Ans has expressed interest in, so I went a little coo-coo-crazy making all things watermelon, with a huge help from Hubs, my mom, and MIL. It was probably the first kid’s party I’ve thrown that was thrown without a tantrum (by me) and I’d like to attribute the smooth sailing to either a) practice or 2) sleep-training the kiddos. I’m an old hand at this with all of EB’s shindigs, and I have to give a shout-out to my Pinterest board for sparking some ideas. I’ll be doing a Today’s Mama post about the watermelon party specifics, too.
As for my ONE year old – she’s an absolute delight. Ans is funny, snuggly, and I’d like to go out on a limb and call her a baby genius. Her pedi said today that she’s chatting and repeating words at an advanced level (she can say “Hi,” “teeth,” “phone,” and “bye”). She’s taken a few steps here and there, but nothing I’d call walking yet. I got her the birthday shoes today in anticipation of the sprint she’ll inevitably make in the upcoming weeks, like her sister did. Once they decide to do something, they are not tentative about it. Ans is a happy baby, and is comfortable interacting with and being held by an array of people. She loves to flirt by tucking her head to her shoulder and batting her eyelashes. She gives open-mouthed kisses and tries to french with a lot of slobber (she’s very romantic that way…and it’d be really grody if it wasn’t my own baby saturating my face). Ans loves her pups, her neighbors, and most of all, the center of her universe, her big sister, Eebs. These girls adore each other. They’re mostly good at playing together. We couldn’t be happier.
The first birthdays are the ones that are half for the moms and half for the kiddos. It’s when the virtual umbilical cord begins the real separation. It’s the celebration that a human was grown and exited my body 365 days ago, and next year that will become a foggy memory, replaced by accruing years of a child rapidly growing up as a separate person than me. I can see why people keep having babies. It’s hard to accept that this is the last first birthday we’ll celebrate in this house! And that once she takes those steps in a row, she will no longer be a crawling baby – she’ll be a small human child. This thin, wispy blond hair will grow and Ans will need a haircut, clips, and hair ties to corral what’s going to be a curly mop of hair like her sister. She will, in the blink of an eye, be able to write her name like EB can. She will need me less and less, and I’ll be both proud and heartbroken. I love these girls just so so much. It’s all worth it. Even sleep deprivation, natural child births, and the adjustment of my social life – I wouldn’t trade any of it.