Tags: LC, birthday
Our funny baby girl celebrated her first birthday on Tuesday. We decided to forego a party this year, since our families are 2000 miles away, and our friends here either don’t have children or have children that are much older. Still, LC was pretty spoiled by gifts from friends and family. W took the day off from work. I made pancakes for breakfast while she pushed her new shopping cart around (thanks, Grandma and Grandpa!) and after her morning nap, she opened the rest of her gifts. The water table was a HUGE hit (thanks, other Grandma and Grandpa—hmm, both sets of grandparents are Grandma and Grandpa B). The weather was yucky, though, so it had to be an indoor toy. Good thing it’s warmed up again today so we can move it onto the patio.
As for the carrot cake I made (I was trying to be good and make her something not too sugar-laden), she wasn’t interested, so I guess I could have served double chocolate and it wouldn’t have mattered. I did finally get her to take a bite. She also refused the dinner I slaved over (but slaved with love!) of homemade chicken nuggets and sweet potato fries. She threw them on the floor without so much as a nibble. Oh well. She gobbled down yogurt and applesauce instead. It’s her birthday and she’ll be picky if she wants to. All in all, she had a great day, I think.
Wednesday we went to the pediatrician for her well-check. She’s in the 10th percentile for height and weight, which of course has me concerned, but the ped didn’t seem to be worried at all. I’m honestly surprised she doesn’t weigh more, given how much she can eat. When my sister was here she marveled at how LC downed a huge bowl of pumpkin risotto, and on Tuesday she ate two whole pancakes for breakfast!
So, here are her 1 year stats:
Height: 28 inches (21 inches March 2011)
Weight: 18 lb 2 oz (7 lb 12.4 oz March 2011)
Size 3 diaper
Shoes: ?? I think a size 3 or 4. Right now she has one pair of Pediped which are 6-12 mos and she still has some room to grow.
Words: about 6-8. Mama, Dada, baby, puppy, hi, Duncan (Duck-in), duck, bunny (bunny and puppy sound a lot alike, so not sure about that one)
Walking: Not quite. Last Saturday she stood up unassisted for the first time, and she took her first wobbly steps on Monday. So far she seems a little unsure of the whole thing. Crawling is way faster, mom!
Favorite foods: Pancakes, waffles, flatbread (notice a trend?), grilled cheese, applesauce, yogurt, grapes, broccoli, sweet potatoes, squash, banana
Not a fan of: Meat, kiwi, cheerios
Other favorites: Dr. Seuss’s ABC, T’choupi books, water table, shopping cart, Jellycats Nugget Monkey, Fisher Price Beginning Blocks
The most notable thing about LC is her personality. When my sister visited, she remarked that she had never met another baby with such a bubbly personality, and that’s saying something because they have tons of young families in their neighborhood. She’s just really laid back, finds humor in almost anything, laughs and laughs and laughs.
It may be sappy, but every night we talk about our favorite moment of the day with her. It’s usually hard to choose. We truly lucked out with this one.
My birthday was Monday, and although I usually look forward to it, this year I found myself mentally skipping ahead to March, to a certain baby’s big 0-1. 2012 did not begin well. January was full of bad, bad news, and it was terribly depressing, and I don’t think even exaggerating to say soul-crushing, to see all these things keep happening, and not to be able to do anything about them. As January dragged on, I just kept thinking, ‘We just have to get through this month, and then nothing bad will happen in February.’ As if the universes’s quota for misfortune would have already been met. As if the universe has a quota for misfortune.
Anyway, all that to say, I wasn’t feeling my chipper-est when February finally rolled around. I didn’t find myself counting the days till the day. My gift this year was tickets to see Wicked, and in the end, we did make it, and I didn’t even check my phone obsessively throughout the show, waiting on edge for a text from the babysitter that omg! the sky is falling!. I only did that on the drive to the theater.
And then Monday, the big day, we woke up and W suggested we go out for breakfast (because, if you’ve read this blog, you know I love pancakes!). When he gave the waitress the debit card, she brought it back, and apologized because it wouldn’t go through. At home, W checked the bank statement, and sure enough, someone had a spree at a Colorado Wal-Mart with his account number. See? There is no quota! LC’s nap was spent faxing the bank so that we could get our money back.
And then I broke 9 eggs baking my cake, and the cakes stuck to the pan and broke, and I didn’t have enough frosting to completely frost the sides, and wah, wah, wah.
It wasn’t my best birthday for sure, but honestly, I know that it could’ve been worse. And that I have so much to be thankful for. And maybe it’s just that once you have kids you care more about their birthday than your own (I don’t know, I wouldn’t have expected that to be true of me).
Either way, I hope that my 29th year starts improving dramatically, or I’m going to be wishing for 30 to hurry up and get here, and who does that?