1 Year

I think I'm in denial. It doesn't feel real that one year ago today all hell was raining down on my uterus and a baby was barreling toward the light at the end of the tunnel. Now she's stumbling around, making animal sounds, and pointing to her body parts, just like Travis after too many beers. Now I know FOR SURE that she's his.

I swear we don't practice this move at home.

Trinity had her one-year pictures, and they turned out beautifully. She survived about 18 costume changes in public and had a good attitude for several hours. A vast contrast to the last time we had her pictures taken, where she refused to smile and had diarrhea the whole time.

I would say she's a baby genius, except she has the word NO confused with TRY HARDER. I'm not sure how you teach a 1-year-old to listen. Her defiance both terrifies and amazes me.

But then she has these sweet moments when you forget that she looked you in the eye as she pushed every button on the laptop as fast she could right after you told her not to touch it. The force is strong in this one.

Like a retard, I planned her birthday party at a nice little park where we're going to barbecue and hang out. Good thing there's 5 inches of snow still left on the ground from this week's winter storm. I hope everyone bundles up. Maybe I should hand out those Little Hotties hand warmers as party favors. fml. Trinity, I blame this on you. Being four weeks early means it will be cold on your birthday. I also realized her birthday will usually be during Spring Break. At first I thought, what a fun excuse for family vacations. And then I thought, oh god, what a fun excuse to go to Cabo/Vegas/Lake Havasu, and other equally sinful places with friends. I'm not ready.

After today, I can no longer play the Last Year At This Time game, and recall where we were in the baby process. It makes me sad, but not sad enough to want another, because last year at this time I was pushing with all my might, and her head was ramming into my pelvic bone, over and over and over.

I miss my tiny little snuggly baby. Trinity won't sit still for a second and really isn't into the cuddles. She does however give amazing kisses.

One way to become popular in high school

She took her first real steps on St. Patrick's Day, and she's been taking more and more every day since. I think we can truthfully tell her that she was walking by her first birthday. 

Happy Birthday Baby Girl!! I wouldn't trade a second we've spent together for anything! Except maybe that time when you puked butternut squash into my mouth. I hope you always know how loved you are.