365 days ago, I started the day with this:

And ended it with this:

Hard to believe our tiny, squalling, barely-formed human has grown so much and learned so many things in the space of one year.  Looking back over her photos, the changes seemed to happen in the tiniest of increments.  But added together, they worked miracles!

One Month

Not an early fan of baths….

Two Months

Three Months

Wow, I hated that haircut.  (It only lasted one painful week.)

Four Months

Elsa’s first baseball game — Nationals / Orioles at Camden Yards

Five Months

Zoe watching over her one-member Flock

Six Months

Not an early fan of grass, either….

Seven Months

Much-improved on the bath front

Eight Months


Nine Months


First Christmas

Ten Months

A favorite toy, responsible for many happy hours’ play (and also for Mommy and Daddy’s nervous breakdown after they go to bed singing The Farmer in the Dell to themselves for the 10,000th time)

Eleven Months

First signs of Snowmageddon

Birthday pics coming later this weekend — stay tuned!

 

… a Happy New Year, and all that is good in 2010!

 

Here’s a quick baby pic, on my way to climbing back on the blogging horse:

We were at the airport on our way home from Elsa’s first plane trip, so of course she had to wear her super-fabulous pilot hat!  (A gift from generous-hearted Jillian, found at Etsy seller Soil.)

 

Just because I can’t resist sharing photos of our beloved child in a chicken suit….

Forget any crazy party days of old. (Not that I ever partied to begin with, who are we kidding?) Halloween with baby meant two sick parents dragging themselves out of the house long enough to zip their child into a chicken suit and take pictures at the park and the coffee shop. At least the kiddo enjoyed herself — I was worried that she’d object to the chicken suit, but she loved it!

With Nana at the park

Her one trick-or-treat score: a lollipop, which Mama immediately stole and ate

Hope you all had a happy Halloween!

 
Remember my excitement about our duck-shaped blow-up bathtub?  Turns out, the baby is TERRIFIED of the thing!  She cries if it comes anywhere near her.  We’ve been working a slow phobia-desensitization program but are getting close to giving up and just plopping her in.
In other news, the whole family is suffering from a rotten cold.  Certainly could be worse — the words “swine flu” strike fear into my heart — but it’s rough when the baby is fussy and miserable just when Mommy and Daddy are also fussy and miserable.  Expect light posting for another few days, and I’ll see you soon!
 

Thanks, everyone, for your patience, kinds words, and support during my absence.  I made a bunch of medication changes earlier this month, and it sent my low-level postpartum depression into a crisis.  In retrospect, I’m glad the crisis happened, because it spurred one other medication change … onto antidepressants.  (I’m using Cymbalta, which is both an antidepressant and an anti-pain drug for my fibromyalgia.)  While I was “more or less functioning” before, I feared I was missing the fleeting, precious joys of Elsa’s first year.  The drugs helped almost immediately, and I’m feeling much better and am a happier, more patient Mommy to boot.

Hopefully also I’ll be a more energetic, more regular blogger…..  Looking forward to lots of good bloggy conversation to come!

 

I fear I’ve given you a false impression with my blahblah motherhood angst blahblahblah.

Sure, our child has problems falling and staying asleep.  (No, seriously.  Some parents whine if their kid sleeps 5 or 6 hours at a stretch.  Well, how about TWO hour wake-ups, ya @#$*&% lightweights?!?)  She hates to be more than 12 inches away from us.  She is always, ALWAYS on the move.

And there are times when she looks like this:

But there are also many, MANY times when she looks like this:

Recently we were at Costco eating pizza (‘cause our life is exciting like that), and a 20-something male walked past, pointed at Elsa, and said “Coolest baby ever!”  I don’t even know what impressed him.  But she IS the coolest baby ever, I swear she is.

Elsa loves life like no one else.  She loves to laugh, loves to dance, loves to go new places and meet new people and try new things.  She is desperate to walk and run and jump and twirl and explore new worlds.  And she will get her wish sooner rather than later.

In other words, we are in trouble.  But I wouldn’t have it any other way!

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