twotothree

Gloria's first birthday is rapidly approaching and I am woefully under-prepared.  Every time I start to think about what I need to do for preparations, I come to three hours later with a beer in hand, looking at photos of when she was first born.

Nothing else is getting done, either.  I have needed to grocery shop for at least week.  For dinner tonight I ate bread and cheese and Gloria is currently chowing on white beans with what germ on them ...

She doesn't seem to mind.  The kid would eat her own foot if I put it on her high chair tray.  And now that she's been allowed by her GI to discover yogurt and cheese?  There's no stopping her.

But anyway, there's just no time!  Or motivation!  Where's the motivation?!

It's incredible how much G has changed in a year.  At one month old she had old man jowls and couldn't control her face.  At twelve months she's RUNNING around the house.  I can communicate with her at about the same level that I communicate with our dog, Kevin.  This means that she mostly knows, "Where's the ball?!  Go get the ball!" and "Sit!"  Although, she is also trained to fetch my phone when it rings, which is really convenient.

Halloween was nice.  We went over to Mike's parents' house and had dinner.  We showed the baby off to a couple of neighbors.  I had to go really low-key with her costume because if something seems amiss with her outfit (for example, when I put a tutu on her), she'll scream and tug at it until we rescue her from the dreaded garment.

Also, face paint and babies don't mix.  That orange splotch on her nose?  That was an attempted beak, but she would NOT have it ...