Mi bambina es uno.

I don’t speak Spanish. 

One year ago today, at this very moment, I was high as a kite and wearing a diaper.   It sounds like a scene from Blue Velvet, but actually, I’d just given birth to my baby girl.  Poor girl got the short end of the stick by being born in January.  It limits how much fun can be had by all when it’s freezing cold outside.  We will “make do” with lots of sugar and some Choo Choo Soul on the ipod dock. 

She has been the easiest of my children.  Happy, social, never sick, cuddly and she loves her Mama.

I take her picture all the time.

Even when I should probably put the camera down.  *putting camera down*

She thinks I have some nerve.  Look at that face.

She thinks that looking cute will work.  “Looka me.  I’m cute.  Let me stick my finger in the light socket.”   And for the record, I have no idea how that bottle of wine ended up on my nightstand.  Actually, I use it beat myself in the head when the kids wake up at night.

She has issues with “holding”.  Her issue is, “Hold me”.   All the time.  I’m not complaining.

That may be me and it may not.  I may be wearing  pajamas and I may not.   It may be the Nanny. 

 I can’t believe she’s already a year old.

Nothing sweeter in this whole world.