My birthday girl

Our baby girl turned one this week. ONE. I can’t believe a whole year has passed since we checked into the hospital and met her two hours later. 

We held her birthday party this past weekend and I finally watched the video of everyone singing happy birthday. She was serious in the beginning and then she broke out into the biggest smiles. I melt when I watch the video. She’s so sweet. 

Despite Chloe slapping her and warning her off, Lilah LOVES chasing after the cat! She also rushes after me when I have the vacuum cleaner going. She follows me until I stop for her to touch the top of the vacuum. (I’m totally safe around her, and can turn it off quickly.) I think she likes the lights, but she also dances to the sounds of the machine. She’s a little nutty. 

She goes to bed every night around 7pm. She wakes between 6 and 7am. She naps twice a day, usually a short nap in the morning and a longer nap in the afternoon. Her naps range from 1 to 2 1/2 hours. (Once this week, she napped for 2 and 3 hours.) 

She still nurses like a champ. That’s something I haven’t discussed much here. I’ve breastfed her for the entire year, and I am not stopping yet. I’ve been fortunate to have built quite the milk stash in our freezer, so we don’t have to stop (even though my pumping supply has definitely dropped in recent weeks.) 

Lilah loves food. She’s eating more and more on her own, and less pureed foods. She was not a fan of her cake last weekend. She also wasn’t a super fan of the icing on a donut we gave her on her actual birthday. She does enjoy pancakes and bananas. 

She says a few words, but she just appears to be taking everything in. She says, “mom, dada, hi, uh-oh, bye bye” and I’ve heard her say “up” this past week. She signs “milk”, “all done”, “more” and “eat.” She basically signs all of the important things in life. 

When she puts her thumb in her mouth, we know she’s tired. You can lay her in her crib, and she’ll generally put herself to sleep. 

Her brother may be one of her favorite people of all time. She smiles at most people, but is suspicious of people wearing hats or sunglasses. 

She was just over 18 pounds at her one year well visit. Poor girl got 4 shots (plus blood drawn from her finger) and it was traumatic for both of us. Here’s hoping we sleep tonight. 

I can’t wait to see how much she grows over this next year!