
She's only a little spoiled!Have I kept you in suspense long enough?? I'm a few weeks late- but things in our household have been a little upside down since Lila turned 1. I'd like officially blame the lateness of these birthday pictures on teeth (molars and eye teeth- 5 new ones so far, with 3 more to come), lack of sleep (Lila and subsequently, Mommy and Daddy), and a bad cold (yup, a cold in August. Complete with runny nose, sore throat and cough). Good news is that the cold is almost finished and last night I got 7 hours of uninterrupted (hold your applause) sleep. Now that I've gone and bragged about the sleep, I'm sure tonight will be a nightmare- oh well!
I'm all out of sappy words to describe my baby's birthday. So all I've got is pictures- sound good?!

My ladybug creation. And it was made from scratch without eggs, butter or milk. How, you may ask, can a cake and icing be made without eggs, butter , cream or milk?? Let's just say that the internet is a great resource. It was even chocolate- and tasted something like a real cake.

I got a lot of questions from people who were not at the party- "did you let her put her hand in the cake?" , did she get her own "cupcake?" All I have to say is- No and no. I would most certainly not let my masterpiece cake be destroyed by 2 little hands. I would not even think of encouraging her to dig into the cake with her hands and smear the icing in places where icing does not belong. What kind of mother do you think I am??
Well, maybe I would let her put her hands in the cake . . .
Just
maybe . . .
Maybe I did . . .
But with a face like that, who could say No!
Too bad she didn't seem to enjoy it . . .
And in the end, this was all that remained of my masterpiece. Watching her devour that cake was priceless- even if it did end in a sugar high, some very messy diapers (sorry, it's true- look at the color of that icing) and a stained outfit. Totally worth it!!!!
I remember having this picture taken - and I was in pretty good spirits, judging by the smile. I had just taken a shower (which was a welcome change from the hall walking, gettting examined and poked at, and being strapped to monitors). I remember that the shower was amazing and I even had a chair in there in case I needed to rest during a contraction- how handy- those nurses sure knew what they were doing. I think I was texting friends when this picture was taken- filling them in on the labor progress (slow- that's for sure), my pain (not too bad yet- but not really fun either) and when I thought she would arrive (I thought it would be a few hours- Boy was I wrong there!!!)
This picture, on the otherhand, I do not remember. And for someone who remembers almost everything, that's strange. I'm guessing Ian snapped it on his way back from one of his runs to the caffeteria. I do remember being terrified that he would miss something by eating down in the caffeteria (once again, wrong) so he brought his tray up here and ate with me. I was starving, as you may guess, since the last food to enter my mouth was a baked potato at 8:00 AM. (why did I have that for breakfast- it was a suggestion from my childbirth class nurse- who I loved- so I took her advice and pre-baked a few to keep in the fridge to have handy when those first contractions started. I know, crazy- but I did just about everything by the book during my pregnancy- so why not finish up strong??) I remember him eating at that little desk, facing the wall, so he didn't tempt me with the food. I also remember ordering him not to bring back anything that smelled to strong or weird- I felt crappy enough without a labor and delivery room filled with the scent of fried onions.
I remember this picture. I also remember uttering something similar to "I don't think I can even smile anymore- so just take the picture already!" to my excited husband who was snapping away. How fun to be the husband in the labor room?? Not so fun I think- If I had to guess, I would say "its a strange mix of belonging there and feeling out of place and of wanting to be there and wanting to escape". At least that was my deduction from observing my husband doring our nearly 24 hours in the labor room.

Wave that flag!!! Don't you love the vampire teeth- her side ones came down faster than the middle 2- so she looks like she has little fangs. So cute!!!
Daddy and Lila celebrating America's Birthday!
The firetrucks and ambulances were a big hit- she loved the flashing lights
Our family at the country club for fireworks. Lila did surprisingly well, a little tired b/c it was 2 hours past her bedtime, but not one tear.
She held onto this flag with a death-grip. It was very popular that day!!
Look who's standing- not walking- but standing and dancing!! Was this adorable 8 yr old really my little flower girl- man, I'm getting old!
The kids together at the club for fireworks. Three of these little angles belong to Ian's best friend Matt and his wonderful wife Moira, the cutie standing in the back with the Monkey (also known as Monk- a baby gift from yours truly, that turned into her favorite friend) is Taylor, my high school BFF Jen's daughter, and of course the smiley one in the middle is our little Lila! I think these kids will be buddies forever- and the parents are going to make sure that happens!!!


Standing at the gate at the top of the steps. I love to shake the gate like a caged zoo animal.
My first set of wheels. Mom hopes all my cars are this cheap!







Our family - Easter 2009






I can clap!! Sometimes I start clapping spontaneously and mommy thinks it's really funny.

