Life With a 1-Year-Old

This just says it all.  Here is Bundle during her first birthday party, epitomizing the ultimate 1-year-old. It's a little hard to see the scabs on her nose and forehead from when she did a face-plant on the back porch a few days prior, but they're there in full bloom.  She is sitting in a self-made puddle of limeade, which she acquired by stealing someone else's cup, and promptly began spreading it around with her hands.  She's covered in dirt, which she was happily stuffing in her mouth, and due to the limeade, stuck to her face really really well. She won't eat food, but she'll eat dirt.  This is my life.  And I love it.  (And I'm tired.)

We had a lovely bash in honor of our completely oblivious little birthday girl.  She enjoyed the company and the attention, and even seemed to enjoy the presents.  Of course, she loved the cake, which is the whole reason we throw birthday parties for our babies.  We love to see them go nuts with the cake.  You don't even want to be reading this.  You just want the pictures.  Here you go.

I adore her.  She's such a lovely little girl, and I'm thrilled that she's mine.  I'm less thrilled with her newly acquired toddler antics (throwing the remote into the bathtub, loving nothing more than eating pebbles, learning how be a really great biter, lots of back arching, learning an impressive fake-cry, playing in potty water any chance she gets) but am surviving in hopes of a brighter future.  

Oh.  I just totally love her.  Of course, she's asleep right now, which makes all the difference!