One-year-olds don't really have a clue, but Peanut seemed to enjoy her birthday. Her daddy helped her open her presents:
She got some clothes...
And she got a Wahoo. I was really excited to spend the evening playing with the Wahoo, but it turned out to be defective. I contacted the company and they're sending us a new one (Timberdoodle's customer service is excellent!) I know it's going to be a real hit once we get it up and running.
Part of me is just aching because Peanut is now one. Those sweet, sweet days of her tiny infancy are behind us now. I enjoyed them so thoroughly. Of course I still enjoy her, but she is bigger now and there's a very different dynamic: instead of a sweet swaddled sleeping cuddly bundle you've got a wiggling grabbing giggling babbling little friend to interact with. I don't want to sound at all ungrateful that my baby is growing and developing normally (because trust me I am very thankful for that!) but there is a wistful sense of loss that those precious early days are over. Along with that, though, there is gratitude that she came through them safely. She reached her first birthday with no serious trauma or difficulty and so tiny Baby Peanut is safe forever. We mothers face uncertainty with our children every day but I can say that whatever the future holds Peanut's first year was just about perfect. I am so grateful for that, and so grateful for the privilege of having this little girl in my life. I thank Heavenly Father for her and for each of my children every single day. Being a mother is the most wonderful thing that I have ever done.