This past year has been filled with firsts for me. A year ago Sunday, I became a parent for the first time. That day in itself was full of firsts: the first time I held my daughter, the first time I changed her diaper (which led to the first time I had her poop on me), the first time I heard her cry. I could go on and on, but you get the idea.
It seemed like new firsts happened every day after that: the first time we brought her home, the first time she kept me up all night because she wouldn’t sleep, the first time she laughed.
Lately, more and more firsts have happened: the first time she stood up without help, the first time she took a step, the first time she walked.
She’s been growing up so quickly. We had her birthday party on Saturday. Baby E spent the entire time just running around the park shelter. She had a blast. She got one of those ride-on cars and was having all of the grown ups pushing her along, then started crying when they stopped pushing her. After the party, when we brought the ride-on car home, within 24 hours she had learned that if she pushes the car next to the desk, and she steps up on top of it, she can reach the things that Mommy and Daddy keep taking away from her.
I love you Baby E. I hope you had a great birthday.