My Baby Is 1 Tomorrow

Well at this time last year, I was pretty sure I was in the very beginning stages of labour. I had just felt it was real.

Tomorrow my baby turns one. I am very happy and excited for her to reach this milestone. But I am also a little sad today thinking about it. For me it means a few things. She is more of a toddler than a baby. I have to go back to work in a few days and this is the end of the best year of my life so far. I know there is a lot more life still holds, and I have many more years to potentially have an even better year, but this really has been the best year of my life so far.

I am so richly blessed in so many things, but most of all my family.

I love you so much Zoe. You mean the world to me.



Enjoying her cake at her party.

Having a cat vs. having a baby

CAT: You clean up its poop
BABY: You clean up its poop

CAT: Climbs all over your lap
BABY: Climbs all over your lap

CAT: Anything you are eating, it wants
BABY: Anything you are eating, it wants

CAT: Unrolls the toilet paper roll
BABY: Unrolls the toilet paper roll

CAT: Creates extra mess in the house
BABY: Creates extra mess in the house

CAT: Makes noise for attention/food/etc
BABY: Makes noise for attention/food/etc

CAT: Allows you to give them affection on their terms
BABY: Allows you to give them affection on their terms

CAT: Loves to play with your hair
BABY: Loves to play with your hair

CAT: Unseemingly knows exactly how to be underfoot
BABY: Unseemingly knows exactly how to be underfoot

CAT: Loves you til you forget to feed them
BABY: Loves you in a way no cat ever could

Winter WonderWhere

The other day, I looked out the window - and it was snowing. It lasted for about 2 minutes and it was really warm outside. It would have been one freaky little cloud moving along.

I was so happy though, so much so that I went outside in my bare feet and pj bottoms and spun around. I love winter and this year we really didn't have one. I barely remember wearing my winter jacket. I didn't even get to wear sweaters and layer my clothes which I love doing. I got away with just wearing a zipped hoodie for the most part.

This snow in spring brought to mind one thing: we were robbed. Robbed of winter.

I was terribly disappointed at the one snowfall that we did get. It was only a couple of inches, but I loaded up Zoe in her carseat, I had her snowsuit packed in a bag (not wearing it of course because that wouldn't be carseat safe) and was headed out my front door of my apartment to go down to Shelley's so we could take the girls up to mom & dads so they could play in the snow - and it was raining. I peered over the railing in disbelief as those stupid little drops of water started pelting down.

I waited and waited for the next snowfall and it never came. Atleast next year Zoe will be a little bit older and be able to appreciate it more, but I felt so robbed of not being able to take her out in the snow on her first winter.

Well I hope next year we get a decent amount of snow. I hate this in between weather of rain. The kind where you aren't sure if you should go out in runners or sandals, or if you should wear a jacket or not.

Til we meet again snow, til we meet again.