Am I still talking about Em turning one? Well, yes, I am. She is that special. She deserves weeks of recognition.
Yes, she had two birthday parties, and they were perfect. Yes, she had two beautiful dresses and headbands and shoes and even a wand. But those days weren't her actual birthday. Her actual birthday was sandwiched somewhere in the middle. On the actual anniversary of the date of her birth (which was 18 days early, mind you!), Em woke up and spent the morning at Grammy's house. After lunch, we got in the car and drove home to see Daddy, but before we got there, we had one stop to make. The playground for her first time on the swings. On her very first birthday.
We had a fantastic time. Must be just plain old giddiness from sunshine and green grass and playing at a playground. A beach. No ice. No snow. Blue skies and blue water and big old smiles.
--while I played a fun new game called Try Not To Let Either Kid Break Their Neck.
The dock was pulled in and was begging for child exploration.
It was perfectly safe, I assure you (Grammy).
And super fun. Especially after three hours in the car.
No worries. We eventually found it.
Then home to see Daddy and Baxter, have birthday dinner (no cake), and take a much needed bath. She was worn out and needed her rest to continue the birthday extravaganza week. As you know, the celebrations just kept on coming!