It's happened. The little girl I carried inside me for 9 months, the little girl I labored with for two days, the little girl I struggled to push out of me for 3.5 hours... she has turned one.
Poor sad baby.
She kept pushing the presents away from her.
And then she'd push them away (and onto the floor) again.
After presents, it was time for birthday cake!
One year old!
Birthdays are tasty!
She's starting to slow down.
So we took the cheesecake away.
In spite of her vaccines, it was a good day. Maybe next year, we won't be so mean and get her poked and hurt on some day other than her birthday.