For her first birthday, we had a little birthday party with mostly family and a few friends. It was Very Hungry Caterpillar theme, so the food included apples, oranges, strawberries, etc, and Greg cooked up some hot dogs. The cake was actually kinda cute (I am no professional, but I worked really hard on it). It was cupcakes shaped like the caterpillar. Did I take a photo? No. So you will have to imagine. Or look here, and just know mine was just as awesome. (It wasn't. Not even close.)
We had this banner. When we got there, we hadn't really thought about how to get it up... So Stacy decided to act as a platform. And if she looks bored in that picture, it is because she is. Having a large human on her person is no big deal, I guess. Grill Master
Thanks to everyone who came! You made it great. And for those who couldn't make it, we missed you. =)
We had a whole reel of funny family pictures, just like we did for our last family birthday. But at least we managed to get one pretty good one.
To take the banner down, we had to take it a step further. Wesley had to intercede.
A few of the pictures from our trip to Bakersfield have already cropped up in other posts (or you saw them on my sister-in-law's blog), but here are the rest. Greg was in finals, my brother is working minimum 16 hours per day, so my sister-in-law and I decided that we needed a little adult companionship. We had the time of our lives just hanging out with kids and lazing about.
Swinging: Just Dance-ing:
Eating (playing with) homemade corndogs: Attempting a "cousins" picture (failing):
Peeing in the bushes....(since this time Charlie has potty trained, and he frequently requests to go potty in the flowers, like "Coban") Enjoying ourselves:
My kids had their doctor's visits (yes, Charlie's is three months late, but last year, I was pregnant, and not on top of things, so I took him in for his 2 year visit late, so now we have to wait until it has been a year since his last visit.... etc.) on the day after Felicity's birthday. (Not only was Charlie's appointment late, this announcement of stats is about a month late, but you don't care, do you? I thought not.)
-Two feet, five and a half inches tall (which is the 65th percentile)
-Twenty six pounds and seven ounces (which is the 98th percentile) -She started walking for real on the day of her first birthday party, May 28th. -She claps, waves, points, and does a couple of signs to communicate (none of them are real ASL signs, just her own way of telling me what is up.) She also has a very effective screech for when she wishes to communicate something. -She folds her arms for prayer time. -She adores her brother. His antics hardly ever make her cry, which I really like. -She is 100% mama's baby. It is a little hard to be so needed, but delightful to be so loved. -She would probably breastfeed until she moved out of the house if I let her (I am grossing all kinds of people out with that declaration, so allow me to say that I am using hyperbole here), but I am working on weaning. A week or so before her first birthday I was talking to a friend and she asked me how often Felicity was nursing and I said four times a day. The friend almost fainted. Apparently I forgot to start weaning her a long time ago. You are supposed to cut down on that as they get older. Oops. Charlie weaned himself, so I didn't know. Anyway, we are down to one (sometimes two) nursings a day now. She absolutely loathes regular (cow's) milk though, so I am not sure how I am going to cut those last two out. -She is a pretty good sleeper, and takes two naps about 60% of the time, and one nap 35% of the time, and no nap every once in a while (those are not good days. For anyone.) I just had to move her afternoon nap into my bedroom in the pack and play because my two kids being together in the same room for the afternoon nap has not led to much sleeping. She dislikes her pack and play. Strongly dislikes it. But, for now, it's what we've got. The two of them have no problems going to bed in the same room at nighttime. (Luckily.)
Three feet, two inches tall (49th percentile) and thirty four pounds (sixty sixth percentile).
I gave some details on what my little guy is like at age three here, but in health news, he officially has had pneumonia three times since February (we are currently in a non-pneumonia phase right now). No one seems that worried about it at the doctor's office, and I am not normally the type to be demanding about medical related things unless the doctor seems worried, but I think this whole thing might be my one time to raise a stink about it. So, at this visit I requested that something be done to quiet my concerns. They ordered an xray for when he is healthy so they could make sure that there is nothing in his lungs when he is clear of pneumonia that might make it easier for the pneumonia to take up residence there. He has had a cough on and off since that time, so I haven't taken him for that xray yet, but they said to take our time, and I want his lungs to be really clear so it can show any possible problem. It is highly unlikely that anything is wrong (most likely just our bad luck), but it will be nice to have that off the table. And don't worry, I will keep my eager readers apprised of the situation.
I know parents are inclined to think their own little humans are the most darling and fascinating and smart people who walk the planet. Without this feeling, there would be a lot fewer successful people claiming that their supportive parent is what got them there (and a whole lot fewer mommy blogs). Anyway, I know that objectively, that probably isn't the case. But descriptively, I buy that logic wholesale. I literally think my little ones are the most darling and fascinating and smart and a lot of other excellent adjectives (and, let's be real, a few less complimentary adjectives) on earth. (Although I like your kids a lot too.)
It is pictures like this that make me swell with pride and love. If nothing else, my children really love each other. And that makes this mama happy.