Happy 1st birthday Margo! I can't quite figure out how this day arrived so quickly, but here it is and here we are. We made it through the first year of her life and came out with smiles all around.
Early this morning we filled up her crib with balloons. She thought it was just about the coolest thing and was even entranced enough to let me put that big pom-pom party headband on (of course now she wants absolutely nothing to do with it). She also learned how to sing "happy, happy..." so now she can join in at her birthday celebration happening later this weekend.
How we love this little girl. She looks so much like her dad but might have more of my personality — particular, dramatic, and a bit feisty. At 12 months old Margo is:
- standing on her own and occasionally brave enough to take a step or two
- repeating all kinds of words, some much more coherent than others
- still quite the unpredictable napper
- obsessed with her grandmas, riding her ladybug around the house, the animal alphabet poster in her room and a couple specific books, sitting in chairs, dancing to music with dad, and staring out our big windows all the time
It's been a wild and wonderful first year.