When statisticians (or whoever calculates such things) estimate the cost of raising a child from birth to age 18, I wonder if they take into consideration that by the time the child hits age 2 or 3, they will be invited to a birthday party every other weekend, if not more frequently! We have been partying like baby rockstars over here and we are JUST beginning birthday season in this family. At last count I had 14 gifts to buy for the friends and family members (oh and my two CHILDREN) with upcomming birthdays over the next 6 weeks.
But I can’t complain because really I LOVE birthday parties and I can’t believe that my “babies” will be turning 1 and 4! Insanity!?!?!?! Wasn’t I just watching Michael Phelps win his 8th gold medal and timing contractions?
I’ve tried to restrain myself, I really have, contrary to A’s opinion on the matter. I have tried desperately hard not to overdo the baby girl frilly. Okay okay, I do like to dress her up but overall she plays with Andrew’s old toys and occasionally wears his old clothes and uses his old baby gear and it’s pretty neutral if not boyish but I had, I mean HAD to go all out on the outfit for birthday pictures and I found the pinkest, frilliest, girliest, make you die of cute outfit I could possibly find (and it was on SALE!) After all, it just made sense, now that she finally has her very own (very pink) bedroom! (see this is the logic I use when justifying my purchases!)
I got her home and put it on just to see how she’d respond. At first she wasn’t fond of the tutu because it was scratchy going over her head. Then she giggled, embraced the frill, scooped up the nearest batman figurine and off she went. So maybe I don’t have the girliest little girl around but she sure can rock the pink, can’t she?
So here we are, a very formal, studio-ish looking shot that is really just her sitting on the playroom floor. But I love it. Love it like I want to have it put on actual paper and put it in a frame love it. Cause she’s my little baby girl and she’s turning one and I have a feeling it won’t be long before she won’t let me dress her in stuff like this. So I’ll take my moment as I watch her grow strong and ready to take on the world…even in a tutu!
PS– completely unrelated yet totally related to growing up, this weekend Allison took her first real deliberate steps! Watch out cause here she comes!!