I love knitting things for little people. I want instant gratification. I love how it turned out.
Everyone thinks she is a boy in this sweater so she MUST wear the hot pink pants.
I cannot believe it. This went by way too fast! You just celebrated your first birthday! Just so you know, you still have us wrapped around your little finger. You are one of the happiest babies I have ever seen. You are starting to get a little louder. So that you can let us know what you want. It's a mandatory skill you must acquire when you have the older sisters that you do. You have to get in there and fight for your rights. I love watching your older sisters fall head over heels in love with you. How they sneak you into their room and dress you up and try to make you play "the bad guy". I love watching your wild eyed excitement when you see your sisters "coming for you" when we pick them up from school. I love it when you start bopping to the 80s club music on my cell when it rings. I love hearing you squeal when I push you in the swings at the playground. I love watching you maneuver your way around the house. Not quite a crawl. More of a one legged crabby butt scoot. I love how impressed you are with yourself when you pull yourself up and cruise around the house. I love it when I leave you alone in a room with baby wipes for three seconds you will have the package emptied by the time I come back. I love how you smile at every stranger you encounter but if they try to talk to you, you bury your face on me. I love watching the shy way you connect with everyone from the dry cleaners, to the bagel shop, to the bakery, the car service dudes, and so on. Thanks to your older sisters, they each knew it was your birthday and were well aware that treats were in order. I love how your face lights up when you see your dad. I love when you wave at my cell phone and say "Dad". I love watching you go nuts when you hear him walk in the door after work. I am plain oatmeal, he is oatmeal with Cinnamon and sugar. I accept that. The truth is, when your hungry, scared, angry, sick, or when your older sisters torture you in the name of fun you want ME. Let me confess something to you my sweet girl. I want you too. We all want you. So slow down and stop growing so fast. There's no hurry. We love it just the way it is.