Today is the day I’ve been dreading since I first found out I was pregnant back in August of 2007. Evie turns one year old today (one minute ago, to be exact, at 12:29pm). She’s no longer an infant. She’s growing up before my very eyes and today is just a physical celebration of that.
Celebration? That seems like a strange word to use about a day that I have wanted to deny. It’s not that I don’t want her to have a happy birthday or that I don’t want to watch her grow and learn new things. It’s just that she is my last. My baby. No more babies after her. And I will no longer have a newborn baby to cradle. That, to me, is very sad.
But I don’t want to focus on that today. Being out of town, visiting the in laws in Elko, helps. It’s distracting and that’s what I need so that I don’t get too melancholy.
She is getting so big and doing so many new things all the time. She won’t walk, but she’s playing around with pulling up (she grabs onto something with her hands and then “hangs” there, unsure what to do with her legs). She doesn’t crawl but she commandos and will sometimes get up on her knees and rock back and forth. She doesn’t speak but she has words… something that amazes us since neither of the boys ever said a word before their first birthdays. She still nurses several times a day (and night!) and won’t have a thing to do with bottles or sippy cups. But she has a wonderful appetiete and eats anything and everything she can get her hands on. Table food is awesome, in her book!
She’s prone to crying if she feels she has been wronged, most often via Liam. And it doesn’t matter if it’s an accident (Liam tripping over her on his way across the room) or on purpose (slapping her on the head when he’s feeling angstful), she will crumble in a pile of sobs and tears. She also has a big smile and a happy temprament. She wakes up in the morning with a big smile on her face. She takes wonderful naps and is happy to go to bed at night (if only she would stay there!). She loves her family and friends but has a special fondness for her mama. I’m hoping she’ll be a mama’s girl for years to come.
She completes our family. It’s been a crazy year and this next year promises only to be even crazier. But I couldn’t imagine our lives without her in it. Yes, I’m sad not to be having any more babies. But I’m so happy that my baby is her.
Happy Bithday, Evelyn! Mama loves you SO much!