Happy Birthday, Baby Emmie!

My baby turns one today. She is still such a baby. She says “Mamamamamama” but I don’t think she knows what it means. She still fits in her infant car seat, although it’s getting close. She has 1.75 teeth. Of course, she will always be my baby (I, the older sister, am still my mother’s baby) but she’s also so big: she was standing, leaning against me and suddenly let go and threw her hand up in the air as if to say “Ta Da!”. She drinks almost no bottles now – just one in the morning and evening and sippy cups during the day. She loves to read books and turn the pages. Whenever she hears Paul Simon, she starts bobbing up and down and waving her little fist (thumb out like a hitchhiker).

I haven’t been taking many pictures of her lately because I don’t want to step away from her long enough to pick up the camera. I just want to drink in her dark blue eyes, the curve of her cheek and her sweet little voice. Whenever I grab the camera, I get 3-4 shots and then she sees it and the moment is lost. The pictures are important but so is a little cuddle and some squeals.

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