You are the sunshine in my life ~ thats why i'll always be around. Hee. But really - YOU ARE! I have such horrible mama guilt for having let your first year slide by so very (VERY) fast and not taking the time to let you know in writing just how special every one of those moments have been to me.
Somehow in being less "busy" i am far busier than i have ever been. Clearly i'm not any less busy but my days are different. FAR far different from where they were say a year ago :) These days i cook 3 meals from scratch, chase cotton balls in the wind (you) and in my *free* time i still knit, sew and try to do crafty things with your sister. Despite my attempts to paint with you ~ you still are happy to eat paint, markers tops and whole crayons. The other day you even pooped a pretty silver bead. I swear i'm waiting for an entire christmas ornament to come out your bum!
These days you are really REALLY becoming my lil girl. Every night your dad and i giggle about how funny you are. And make no mistakes about it - you know it too. One of your favorite things to do is push G around in a doll stroller. Even as i type this i think ~ i'm going to have to get a picture of that this evening. I bet that image alone will be one of my favorite memories for years to come. And although your still a milky baby & sleepin with us, you LOVE to go for a ride on daddy for bedtime books. Of course your attention span is all of 6.5 seconds, you will NOT be left behind when your sister takes off on her daddy's back into your bedroom. Sometimes you'll stay for the duration, but lately you've taken to dancing in your diaper on the chair next to the bed. Typically this chair is precariously placed on top of at least 3 books and you dance to make the chair wiggle, sometimes with a hat or headband haphazardly placed on your head. While all of this may just be another day in the button factory for me ~ it gives your daddy heart palpitations so sometimes i come to the rescue.
Lets see what else. ohh FOOD. You FINALLY dig food. You went through an astronaut phase where all you'd eat were pureed food from pouches. No matter how i prepared the exact.same.food. if it didn't come from a pouch ~ you weren't havin it. While i was thrilled that you finally had accepted some form of nourishment independent of me. Good lord almighty, those pouches are ridiculously expensive. But now you're like the rest of us and chow down whatever is put before you. (insert choir of angels 'ahhh' here.)
You love to love babies and you love love loooove your sis. And hee...you love to be a lil sis. Some days i swear you do things specifically with the intent of pissing G off. And some days - i'll admit. Its pretty funny. And at times its weird taking a backseat to someone else who i consider quite tiny, it is awesome. An insanely powerful mama type of awesome that i clearly i can't find the words for.