Here is a little taste of the upcoming 1 year birthday bash.
It will be a colorful day at least!
I am so far very glad that I decided to yank the idea of taking Sophie's picture with the same stuffed animal each month from a local radio personality. Sophie and Snow White have had lots of fun. And my how much has changed!
Oh my little one year old!
Yes she is standing on her own...but only because she did not realize it!
How do you sum up a year full of beautiful moments, amazing transformations and simple daily life....well I don't know but I gave it a shot!
Since we are not having her party for another two weeks we decided to give her some donuts as a special birthday treat. And she very quickly enjoyed her treat! Like seriously they did not last long.
The first year has been challenging and oh so extraordinary. Watching a little mewling infant transform into my busy little pickle has been astounding.
There is something indefinably special about that first year....something about how the little baby that you welcomed into your eager arms becomes such a deep part of you and yours.
One year ago today was Sophie's due date! I was not a happy camper as the blog entry below is evidence of... ----- I am 40 weeks pregnant!
Dun - Du - Da!
So here we are. Logically I know that July, 5th is not a magical day. That it is a ballpark figure somewhere in the realm of the time when I could possibly deliver my child.
I know this....I told myself this at the very beginning. And yet.......
The hormones its the hormones....I feel a bit as if I am having what I would describe as an out of body experience. I feel a certain way but I can see from my rational logical mind that it doesn't make any sense and yet I am not able to stop the feeling or the reaction sometimes. Ahhhhhgggg.
We went here yesterday to walk around my ankles swelled up beautifully! I had somehow managed to never visit this place amazingly enough. It was very enjoyable as we both like old stuff and history! Distraction has never been so necessary!
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The pictures below were taken a few day's before Sophie was born. Trevor said he wanted to make my belly look like a bowling ball.
When that didn't work out really well he moved on to other things and before you know it I ended up like this.
He said later that he was just going to keep going until I stopped him....and I am not really sure why I did not stop him before it got so far. Pregnancy brain is messed up!
In Texas the only real way to enjoy being outside at all is to do so in the water. Therefore Sophie's first swim was important on several levels.
We have calculated using the latest scientific methods that the chances of Sophie really loving/enjoying her first experience with anything to be approximately 30%. This experience was definitively part of the 70% chance of not loving.
The most positive response was "meh" and the most negative was crying like we were killing her. It is fourtunate that we have learned our baby and were not disappointed and know that the second or third swim will be all we hope it will be. Or maybe the fifth swim :-)
Yes its true our little pickle is also a fraidy cat.
Checking out the water
Just dipping in the toes!
She did like the fountain!
Meh.....
...and wahhhh
Oh little one we are gona tell stories about you!!!