Eloise one year old.
In, let's see, 55 minutes Eloise will officially be one year old. I can't even believe it. It's insane, absolutely mad, how fast this past year has flown by. At a "blink and you'll miss it" rate.
One year ago at this moment I was working on birthing my little babe in a tub in the corner of my bedroom. I was sure that someone out there in the big wide world had it in for me and that was their way of punishing me severely. Labor and birth, while amazingly powerful and life-changing, is not an event I'd wish on my worst enemy. Yet, out of that pain came this beautiful, perfect child. A child I couldn't even imagine I could love as much as I do. Until the moment she was born I couldn't understand how I would have the capacity to love aother child as much as I loved Iris. And it turns out, love doesn't just double, it grows exponentially. My love extends to each of them individually and both of them as a unit. As my babies. Forever my babies. Babies I carried and birthed.
The addition of Eloise to our family has made us all feel more whole, like we finally have a solid family unit, the four of us.
In the first hours of Eloise's life her big sister threw a Dora sippy cup at her head. Well, yeah. That pretty much sums up the relationship she's had with Iris over the past year. It's been really neat, though, to see those moments of tenderness between them. When you actually get to witness them loving each other instead of just assuming it to be true. It's also fun to see how tenacious Iris's relentless bullying is making Eloise. Little does Iris know, but she's slowly building a super-strength sister who will one day be able to pick her up over her head and toss her across the room. Tee Hee.
If you care to revisit it, Eloise's birth story can be found HERE.
And, of course, there was today. Her first birthday. She woke up snotty, thanks to yet another cold. She was pretty crabby today, but enjoyed checking out some new toys and spending time with her Grandma, Grandpa and Auntie Maegan who came to see her. We had her favorite dinner, beans, rice and chicken, followed later by her first birthday cake which her Grandpa wanted to get from Coldstone Creamery. Yummy.
Riding her new elephant rocker that her sister helped pick out.
Practicing walking with a book in hand.
It's my birthday and I'll cry if I want to! Applauding our rousing rendition of "Happy Birthday!"
"Mmmm, this ice cream cake is good!"
"Oh! No it's not! It's terrible!"
Happy birthday Pooties!