Is it just me or is it super awkward opening someone else's presents? Lu could care less about the gifts, she just wanted the cards. And not even the cards, just the envelopes they came in. You mean I could have went to Dillon's and stole the envelopes that are supposed to go with cards and you would have been cool with that? Consider it noted.
I wish she could tell me if she had fun or not. Was it exciting to have 25 people stare at you while you ate cake? Talk about giving a kid a complex.
In true princess fashion, she had two parties. The second was a little bit more low-key, as you can see by the fact that Great-Grandpa Bill has moved the rocker strategically into the middle of the room to watch the Chiefs play. (It was a good game, I'll give him that.) By the way, who gives a child a trampoline? Grandma and Grandpa, that's who. I am pretty sure they want to see how many trips to the ER we can make in the fiscal year. Thank goodness those visits are free. Well, not to you, the tax payer. You may get to see your spouse any time you'd like, but my pap smears are free! Take that!
But I digress.
My baby girl is no longer my baby baby. Now she's my toddler baby. When I hold her before I lay her in her crib at night I can't help but think that pretty soon she's going to be too big to even do that. This time last year I was up all night, trying to convince her that it's okay to sleep when it's dark out. And now she climbs the stairs, feeds herself, and wrestles with Milo (and sometimes she even wins).
She doesn't need me like she used to, and it's bittersweet. There's nothing like a little independence, just as long as she knows that when she needs it most I have a hundred reasons for why I love her.