Brett and I no longer have a 3 month old, or a 7 month old, or an 11 month old, for that matter. We have a ONE year old! A freaking ONE YEAR OLD. How absurd!! I didn't think I'd be one of those moms...you know, the ones who weep at each passing phase, in a completely melodramatic fashion. Pssshhhh. No way. But, alas...I most definitely am one of those moms. I'm totally owning it. Okay, so I haven't wept, but let's just say my tear ducts work well. Too well.
|Scout Von Trapp|
I am reminded time and time again how wonderful it is living near family. I especially love that Scout and Hadley are getting a sister-like experience straight away. What a special relationship they are destined to have.
|Alan, Kacey & Hadley|
|Grammy T & Scouty|
|Busha and her girls|
|Nana & Papa and their girls|
Scout, on the other hand, made quick work of that cake. Once she tasted the forbidden fruit, it was game time. She was up to her elbows in frosting lickity-split, and the whole side of her face managed to make full contact with the cake. Her cake was pretty well smashed and smeared.
On Sunday, Scout and Hadley's actual birthday, Brett and I kicked off the celebration in the totally normal way: we watched Scout's birth video!! Umm...yeah...it was not Brett's idea. In fact, he was incredibly reluctant to participate in the viewing, but he succumbed. I know, I know, we totally know how to have an epic time. Let the record reflect that both Brett and I had a good cry. What a way to start the day! In all honesty, it was so touching reliving the sweetness of the moment that Scout came into our world.
As our final celebratory event, we had dinner at Alan & Kacey's, with Nana & Papa. We sang to the girls again, with a candle in a leftover cream puff. Hadley thoroughly hammed it up, while Scout was a little bashful about the whole thing. These two girls crack us up on a constant basis. To say they bring us joy is an extreme understatement.
Finally, perhaps to no surprise after such ardent celebrating, our evening concluded with Scouty Doody and a case of Too Much Birthday.