1st Birthday

My baby turned 1 on Sunday, October 27th.  I was really sad all week leading up to it, but once Sunday arrived, I was fine.  I can’t believe it’s been an entire year.  Everything about my pregnancy and Eva's birth went perfectly.  I loved every part of it.  I especially will cherish that my sister was the one who delivered Eva.  It was a very special experience for both of us.

And now my baby is 1.  I always knew that if I ever had a child, he or she would spend the 1st birthday on my parents’ kitchen table tearing into a cake.  It was a little bittersweet to have her sitting on my own table without family around.  However, I did invite the three friends I spend the most time with to come over and it was a wonderful evening.  We ate dinner, the kids ran around screaming, and I really felt like I was with my family.  No one grabbed my butt or turned the conversation to an inappropriate topic, but still, I wasn’t lonely or sad.  It sincerely felt like a celebration.  And the food was delicious.

Eva wasn’t terribly interested in eating her cake.  She did fling frosting all over the dining room but that was about it.  Looking back, I shouldn't have given her dinner.  Just cake.  Huge error on my part.  Some photos for your enjoyment:

I’m not sure why she’s King-Konging the cake here.

  She kept flinging the frosting then clapping like she was amazing.

Sugar coma kicking in.

Only superficial damage to the cake.

We bought her a few presents but she wasn’t interested in them at all.  We opened them up and she immediately crawled away to chew on a paper cup.  I could have saved myself $30.  Another error on my part.

Here she is looking for the cup that is behind her.  What a marvelous toy.

It has been such a joyful year having her in our family.  It’s amazing to watch her grow and develop and I’m certainly grateful that I have her.

Happy Birthday, Eva!