It was my baby girl’s first birthday- truly a bittersweet day. In the weeks approaching this monumental event I had been rather emotional and nostalgic;a few days before her birthday I cleaned out her dresser while weeping over the impossibly tiny newborn hats and booties. I tearfully informed my husband that I had found her umbilical cord stump in the drawer. He proclaimed this news disgusting, but clearly, he was mistaken. However when September 29th actually rolled around, I felt mostly excited to celebrate her introduction into toddlerhood. In the past month she had experienced a developmental surge- she was walking, eating more food, drinking from a cup (occasionally), using more words, and making animal sounds. I had almost forgotten how much I love the animal sound stage. Is there anything cuter than a chubby toddler responding, “Baa-baa!” when you ask what a chicken says? (Hey, it’s pretty close to “bawk, bawk!”) Also, instead of saying “Woof!” she pants like a dog, and instead of saying “Neigh!” she blows “pfftttt” with her lips like a horse. Also, she began actually rocking her babies and stuffed animals. So cute. But I digress.
|Kidz Bop Dance Party|
Izzy was trying to convey to me which song was her favorite. All she could come up with was that it was about Colorado, which triggered my lyric memory. “Oh, Good Life,” I told her. “By One Republic.” Or the child equivalent Kidz Bop cover of One Republic, to be clear. I started the song, which begins fairly similarly to the authentic version, of which I admit I am quite fond. My daughter began to sing along fervently, clapping her hands rhythmically and precisely on the beat as she danced passionately in front of her baby sister’s high chair. Sophie, looking on in delight, began to clap her hands as well and giggle.
Mommy has become quite a sap, it is true.
|My spunky big girl|
|The overpriced, but not overrated cupcake|
Hours later, as we presented Sophie with her special (and outrageously expensive) birthday cupcake, I watched her face light up. Her guests, our close friends and family members, serenaded her with the Happy Birthday song, and she appeared to be genuinely elated. She smiled so sweetly, as though the gracious recipient of an unexpected surprise. Having previously not been a big fan of food, I was uncertain if Sophie would actually show any interest in her cupcake. But, swept away in the magic of her day, she was thrilled with her treat and devoured a good portion of it. We celebrated her life, surrounded by loved ones, and together we greeted with eagerness the stage that was to follow, complete with the accompanying joys and challenges. She is becoming a person, too.