She wasn't born until sometime after lunch, but the entire day is her day. Oh, SIGH. Her first birthday, you guys! How did we get here? How did I get here? I'll save the outer-realm philosophical musings about my wittle baby turning one for another day, but just trust me when I tell you they're swirling in my brain. (SWIRLING!)
And now, a year in The Charlotte.
Newborn (The Smooshy Baby)
WHOA, CHARLOTTE! You're only ONE year old, not TWENTY-ONE!
(Let's pretend we didn't see this.) (Also, it appears our resident Fisher-Price sheep has a drinking problem.)
(I TRIED to find a cutesy-smiley photo of her at about now but she's just TOO FAST and always ON THE RUN. It was this or the Dos Equis photo so I just included both. It's fair to say these are a good representation of Charlotte these days: getting into things she should not, climbing onto things she should not.)
Happy First Birthday, Charlie Bear.
We're getting a Baskin-Robbins Ice Cream Cake for YOU today. (Two-cake birthday!) Not for Mommy. FOR YOU.