My little, tiny, baby girl turned one on Tuesday. She wanted nothing to do with opening presents or eating icing-covered, sugary treats. But she is still one. Apparently, lack of birthday enthusiasm does not stop a child from turning a year older. Which is good, because then the reverse would mean extra birthday enthusiasm would age you faster, in which case, Joey would be about 87 by now.
So, she is one; and not walking yet because she wants to wait just like her big brother and sister did, which is fine with me, because her recent fascination with stair climbing is enough to manage. Hmmm, if only they made some sort of gate that fastened to the wall, to keep a baby from going where you don't want them to go...
The journey to two begins, and it is such a fun year. My babies finally sleep through the night sometime in the coming year, as well as learn to walk, and the language explosion is awesome. I like the year from one to two very much. And I like Lizzie very much. Actually, I am quite smitten.
If you knew her, you would understand. She just drips of ooshygooshygooey wonderfulness.
Happy Birthday, Lizzie.
(photo from November and completely unrelated to birthday post. But still cute:) )