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they say it's your birthday

Favorite birthday present: Tylenol

Nearly one week after her birthday Lucy is finally starting to feel better. Her cold came with a fever and blossomed into a double ear infection; I guess it's a good thing that babies don't really remember things for too long, otherwise she might already have a fear of growing older.

We went ahead with the little party we had planned and she was a good sport, but there weren't a lot of big smiles to be had that day.

Lucy wasn't amused by her cupcake.

Scarlett wears her 'I love Lucy' onesie for the last time.

One year

Dear Lucy,

You are one year old. Twelve months, three-hundred sixty-five days, ten zillion minutes.

You spent your birthday sick, nose running and eyes glassy, snuggled up next to my neck and napping for most of the day. Two bright spots: first, snuggling with you was definitely not the worst way I can think of to spend your birthday, and second, we finally got some use out of that rocking chair! In your usual state of being you are all get-up-and-go, you have things to explore, if you're not sleeping you don't want to be sitting still. But yesterday you were happy to be rocked and sang to, burrowing in and trying to get comfortable.

Today you were feeling a little better, I dressed you in the ruffle bloomers I sewed up last night because I couldn't wait until your official party to see you in them. I wish the ruffles were a little higher, but you make anything look adorable.

You are one year old!

Also today you did three awesome things. One: Our neighbor brought over our half of the farm share vegetables; you dug through the container until you found the tomatoes in their plastic box, then you promptly walked the box over to the recycling bin where plastic boxes belong. We of course had to rescue the tomatoes, but I was impressed with your initiative. Two: Your daddy was playing some music on the computer, and you went over to the dining room table, put your hands on the chair, and started to dance. You've danced before, but the way you were wiggling to the rhythm this time was something special. Three: It was after your bath, almost bedtime, you were in your pajamas exploring the living room. You walked over to your dad and I sitting on the floor and gave us both goodnight kisses, we didn't encourage you in the least. It was the sweetest thing I have ever seen.

Every day you are older and more lovely, more fun and more surprising.

A whole year!

Love,
Your mama