It's barely believable that the tiny little squirmy thing that had a pterodactyl scream turned one this week. I am sure every mother is in awe of this momentous occasion, how can they not be? Every waking moment for the passed year has been concerned in same way with this little defenseless person. The birthday reminds us of our pregnancies and the labour and delivery room; of life pre-baby. Before this first child we could only guess at what kind of parents we would be and then she came and the trial and error began. Every day since then has brought a new surprise and with it a new joy. BabyBird's first birthday has helped me realise what a birthday really is.
We didn't want to have a big party - there's nothing worse than a baby being put on the spotlight and finding it too overwhelming. Instead we had four small celebrations. I already shared about our trip to Michigan. We also had a little party with some boys I look after, our own little present time here at home, and one with our bible study where she is the youngest member (and she sleeps through the studies). These required three cakes and, as the American tradition required, three cake smashing ceremonies ensued. Although normally there would only be one I assume. Although she had been completely uninterested in her strawberry shortcake, she got the hang of things quickly and loved the other two cakes.
