Here’s my baby. She’s one now. We went outside for an impromptu one year mini session. Which just means I chased her around with my camera on her birthday. I am NOT a children’s photographer. I’ll leave that to the experts. But, I got a lot of really cute looks from this, the owner of my heart. She was not a planned baby. Well, none of them were, except Olivia. But I’ve always been one who loves surprises. I’ll admit, though, that this surprise a year and nine months ago, was not any where near my list of things I’d like to be surprised by. We were really done having babies. But, one nasty kidney stone incident was enough to mess up all my careful planning and date checking. God had different plans for me than I did. But, then, isn’t that nearly always the way it works out? Well, whatever my thoughts and feelings were the day I saw two lines, now, I wouldn’t not change one thing (except maybe her birth, but that’s a whole different ball of wax). I am so glad I have this little munchkin. She can bring a smile to my face, no matter what my mood. She’s even been known to do so, in the dead of night, when I should be sound asleep. She just has a spark that makes me giggle. I just love this little girl.
She likes to hang upside down. I like this smile because you can see all of her teeth. She’s got six. You know. In case you can’t count. She started late on getting them, but then they just all came in at once. And out of order. This was true of the a couple of other kids, too. She got her bottom middles first, like she should. Then, one top middle, then the next over tooth on the other side. It was weird. Then the other top middle and within hours – like 24 – the other second over tooth. And it all happened while we traveling to Kansas and in our first day there for vacation. Thankfully, it didn’t make her any worse a traveller than she already is. Actually, I don’t think that’s possible.
Sigh. What a doll!! Yep. There she stands. She’s been walking for about a month now. She actually took first steps when she was around 10 months. Then spent a month getting better and better. Now, she’s a pro. She stands from the middle of the floor without using her hands. She thinks she’s hot stuff when she walks around carrying something that’s almost as big as she’s is. I think she’s hot stuff no matter what she’s doing. But don’t tell her that.
Ah, the peek. It’s so fun to play peek with her. She’s just so dang cute peeking around something to see you. I could just peek at her all day long. But eventually, she just wants me to pick her up and snuggle her. I’m down with that, too.
One of her most favorite games to play is “Chase” with daddy. He says, “I’m gonna get you!!” and she takes off running. To me for protection if I’m near by. But most times just away, any way she can. She squeals with delight and we get the best smiles. That’s what was going on during these pictures to help me get her amazing smile.
It’s been a crazy year. She’s been really needy. It’s just been very recently that I could leave her for any length of time without having to worry about her missing me. And she does miss me. But the really great part about that is seeing her face light up as she comes running for me when I return. Tom has gotten that for a while now, since he leaves every day. She is pretty insistent that he pick her up and say hi when he gets home. She really, really loves her family and it’s important to her that we are with her all the time. Sometimes that’s really frustrating to me. When I have work to do, or want to get laundry done, I really just want to be able to do these things. But now, in the last few days, she has started to separate a tiny little bit. And what I’m finding is that I miss her when she goes off to play on her own. I guess, even though I complained about it, I got kind of attached to having her right with me all the time. We’ll both adjust. She’ll grow older and more detached. And eventually, she’ll move out like Emily and everyone else between Emily and Elena. And I’ll cry rivers of tears because she’s my baby, leaving home. And hopefully, I won’t suffer an empty nest because I’ll have a bunch of grand children running around, frustrating me because I’m trying to do laundry while I’m babysitting. Hopefully.
Gma
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