
My baby is one.

Why is it that the last trimester of pregnancy is fully twelve years long, and then the next week after delivery it's time to celebrate the first birthday?

I can't believe this year is over. In so many ways I am sad it has flown by. Tonight after Princess was asleep, I couldn't help but gently scoop her from her crib into my arms for an extra dose of baby loves, recognizing that her babyhood is soon ending.

Princess is a sparkler. She cried the first three months of her life, and then finally got the memo: You are the fifth child. Since then she has been pretty easy-going, for which I am grateful.

At six months old Princess weighed twelve pounds even and had to go on the fatten-her-up diet. Fortuneately, the girl loves to eat so sticking to the diet was not a problem. Two and three times a day I would feed her a jar of baby food mixed with a generous serving of baby cereal, two scoops of formula, and some juice.

Apparently, the poor girl was just craving solid food. She is a rockin' eater now. Her favorite food to date seems to be bananas, the sight of which causes her to squeal with excitement.

Princess holds her own well with her siblings, and can manage to scare them off when they smother her with too much love.

She is big enough to make messes, and curious about everything around her. Toys are more interesting and hold her attention for longer.

Princess is starting to cruise the furniture now. She is a rather independent soul, and prefers her own mobility to being carried around.

Princess loves the Grand Old Duke of York and Five Little Monkeys. She loves music and singing and has a strong voice.

When Dave comes home, she always calls to him, and shows a genuine excitement about his presence.

She says Dad, Mom, and Emma, waves, and claps at the cue of "Yeah!"

On our recent staycation Princess discovered a love of sand: squishing it in her fingers and toes, crawling in it, and just immersing herself in its texture. She is a very physical child.

She also has a great love of water. Not just sitting in it, but splashing and floating around and kicking in it.

As expected, she had no hesitation towards diving right into her first birthday cake.

She squished and rubbed and reveled in it, even before discovering that she could actually eat some.

My favorite thing about the darling girl is her love of kisses. When I give her a helping of smooches on the cheek and then pull away, she pauses only briefly before tipping her cheek back in for more. I could just eat her up.

Princess, you are deeply loved and adored by all of us. Happy first birthday!









