Beatrice is one today. It wasn't as sad as I thought it would be. Her vocabulary has quadrupled in the last 2 days and she is smarter than ever, so her growing up is starting out pretty cool. She also still nurses 4 times a day and I have decided to continue nursing through the winter, so that's not so different. Plus, I have no idea how to go about weaning because she is berserk for milkies. We're at the point where so tries to undress me to get to them. But that's another blog post. And now that she's officially not a baby (all of the developmental emails I get from Babycenter.com call her a toddler now), I finally feel comfortable putting shoes on her feet. I have a weird thing with babies in shoes. If they can't walk, I don't think they need them. But that's just me. And in the past week, I have bought her 4 pairs of shoes. I'm actually looking forward to her getting bigger and seeing how silly her personality is going to be. She is such a ham now, it can only get sillier.
I rocked her for a moment before bed tonight and told her the story of the night she was born. How I felt, what she looked like, how tired I was. She laughed and listened and patted me on the shoulder, just soaking it all in. Afterwards, JD and I recounted the past year and gave each other figurative high fives for surviving. It was a good day. I'm not quite ready to use the T-word yet, but I'm not scared of my baby growing up anymore.
If you want to read the birth story, do so here. Then vote below as a birthday present to our girl!