Yes, I know that last photo was taken a day later, but considering my full disclosure bravery in posting the first two (late pregnant; the trials of natural childbirth), I decided to round out the collection with a glamour shot.
Each year, I convince myself that her birthday won't make me melancholy. Wrong again.
Each year, I convince myself that her birthday won't make me melancholy. Wrong again.
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That's interesting.
My kids are 7 and 9, and I don't think a birthday has ever made me melancholy. I think things like, "Only two more years before she can babysit!" and "Thank God, no more diapers," and "Seven more years and I'm a free woman again..."
Then again, I didn't exactly bound delightedly into motherhood. You could say I was dragged, kicking and screaming.
I tend to have those thoughts, too, but I squish them in case I might regret them someday. More like just the general passing of time. I mean, FOUR YEARS. I can remember it in really clear detail. That's how I don't realize that I'm aging. Everything seems like weeks ago, at most, rather than years.
Happy Birthday little one
Happy Birthday Big Girl!
England looks forward to celebrating with you soon :o)
I've tried calling a couple of times, but looks like I missed my slot. I'll try again now.
Um, Carrie... That first photo...yeah... severe bloating going on. Not your best pic. ;-P
We sent J an e-card. ;-)
I missed the call! :. (
I waited up to midnight and then fell asleep. To compensate the lack of presence, you will be pleased to know that yesterday night I finished Atonement.
Did she enjoy her party? I wanted to ask her about her cake... What colour it was, etc... Steve said that she now talks like a small adult. : )
I like the first and the last pictures. It is so bizzarre that when we are children time goes by very slowly: a year is never-ending. Then, when we grow up it seems to fly... And when you get old time slows down again, and a year is like five. In other words, one year for an old person can make a lot of difference as for a child. It's a sort of circular timing...
Happy Birthday, Juliette!
The pictures really took me back. Made me cry. My baby and her baby. You just wait.
On to #3!!!
"ON to #3"?!?!?!! At least they're buggin' you and not us!! LOL! (Although, trust me, my mom is already doing the "You know, when are you and Casey planning on having another one..." dance.)
I got to wrap up my book in four weeks - Hypothetical #3 is gonna have to wait, poor thing!
We need to find a new playgroup. All of our former peers have their second bun in the oven and we're already beginning to feel left behind. And not the bodily-flying-up-to-heaven kind of left behind either, more the "We see right through you, and you don't belong here any more."
It's not that we wouldn't like to have another one, we just need to learn how to teach this one to sleep first.
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