Boo!

My grandmama came down for my birthday celebration which turned it into a birthday celebration weekend.

Instead of just one day of wild celebrating, we had three! Saturday was the party, I think I've already shown you all the pictures from that... Sunday was visiting the pumpkin patch. We went to Berry Patch Farms in Woodstock. Long ago, before I was born, mommy and grandmama used to live near Woodstock.

It was a beautiful day and the pumpkins were pretty perfect. I liked patting them and of course sampling them when mommy wasn't looking. We also rode in the back of a wagon on a bale of hay and I got to taste a funnel cake (yummy!)

All in all it was a nice day, made even better by the fact that we were together. Bet you can't guess what we did the next day?

You probably can, but you'll have to wait for my next post to find out. Talk to you later.

I'm the Birthday Girl

Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me! Birthdays are really wonderful.

Even though this was just my first one, I think this is a concept I can really get behind.

Tons of people come over, mommy and daddy let you have loads and loads of sugar, grandmama comes in from Detroit, lots of presents everywhere... this is the life.

Today was shaping up to be a very busy day so I decided to kick it off right... with a nap. After my rest, mommy dressed me in the fabulous outfit you see in all the pictures. She put quite a bit of thought into making sure I was decked out like the princess. Check out my tiara and wand. Yes, I knighted several people during my party.

We all made crowns and tiaras before we had tasty macaroni and cheese, pizza, and hot dogs. Yes, an eclectic menu, but quite delicious.

Here are pictures of my friends having a great time and enjoying spending time with me. It really was fun.

And through it all, mommy managed not to cry even once. She sounded a little wobbly while singing the birthday song but she managed to pull it together. Here's the video so you can listen.

I can definitely say this has been quite the year. This time last year, I didn't even know you wonderful people existed. Or that you would dedicate so much time and love to making sure I was happy, dry, full, loved, and queen of all I survey. But you have, and for that I love you all.

Of all the families I could have gotten, I'm glad you are mine. And most importantly, I'm glad I am yours. Talk to you later.

I think I'm allergic to milk

There are so many things a baby must get adapted to as they turn one. Believe me, I know. First, there's the walking thing. I'm getting better at it. Mommy and daddy work with me on it everyday. And of course, I practice a lot. I do get around a lot faster when I crawl (really, really fast) but I want to learn to walk so I can learn to run.

Then, there's milk, the original reason for my post. I started with a little bit in each bottle (per mommy- 2 ounces milk to 4 ounces tasty goodness) to see how I would do. Well, poorly is the understatement here. It changed my tummy so I cried a lot, which made mommy really sad. Daddy started giving me Mylicon drops because he thought that would help. It didn't so I'm back on 100% formula for now. Daddy said he'll call the doctor to see what she says. I'm not looking forward to trying it again.

Next, there's the birthday planning. Every night mommy's working out details, checking menu's, making gift bags, and so on. I would like to help but I think she's on a roll and there's no stopping her now. I'm just looking forward to seeing my grandmama. She's coming in from Detroit for my big day. I can't wait to wrap her around my little finger too.

Lastly, there's my hair. Mommy was hopeful I'd grow some before I turned one. I think she's abandoning hope. I keep telling her hair is way overrated (see my previous post on hair washing) but she keeps buying hair bows and hoping. It'll happen one day. Talk to you later.

Did you hear about the Cubbies?

According to my daddy, long before I was born I was destined to be a fan of the Chicago Cubs. Seeing as I don't know what baseball is, that was fine with me. My daddy liked to watch them, so I did too. I even liked their nice letter on daddy's cap. He said something about they were going to the World Series and that it was supposed to happen for me and that I was their good luck charm. We even learned that odd song they were singing in Chicago.Well, for a few nights last week, things went horribly wrong. They forgot how to play... maybe they needed me to show them how. I'm really good at playing.

At least they postponed being swept out of the playoffs until after daddy's birthday (birthday was Friday, Cubs defeat was Saturday). He was sad but I was there to cheer him up. See, I'm a pretty good luck charm.

Daddy says there's always next year.

Bath Night

Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday are bath night. While I like taking a bath, I definitely don't like getting my hair washed.

Even with the good smelling soap and tasty conditioner mommy invested a lot of money in (her words, not mine), nothing can get me to like getting my hair washed.

I ask you, would you like getting water dumped over your head, ruining your beautiful creation of hair and the day's meals? I didn't think so. It takes a lot of effort to get my hair-to-food ratio just right and in one fell swoop, mommy or daddy ruins it, making me have to start over the next morning.

To distract me from hair washing, mommy started giving me bubbles in my bath water. Bubbles are the oddest things. No matter how hard you grip them, you can't get a workable handful. And, when you try to taste them, you get nothing but a bearded look that makes mommy laugh and laugh. If anyone's figured out the secret for tasting bubbles, can you please share? Talk to you later.