The One Year Old

Maya is one. Life is still the same.

We had a party. We ate cake. She had an ice cream cone on her shirt. I opened her presents while Dad video-taped and she played with wrapping paper. We sang to her, I blew out her candle (again while Dad video-taped) and she buried her face in frosting. It was a memorable day.

I have to brag about her cake. Searched online for days and tested a couple of recipes, until I found one, altered it a little, and tasted goodness. Milk, egg, soy and nut free, it came out moist, rich and yummy. I'm no cake decorator, but did my best, and thought it looked cute.

I'm slowly realizing the fact that we no longer have a baby...she is a little girl. Something changed my perspective of her the moment she turned one. I found myself flipping through old newborn photos and barely remembering what she was like back then. She appears older, she changes everyday and learns something everyday. She watches what we do, copies us, talks to us, sings to us, waves, does the actions for "patty cake" and "the itsy bitsy spider," gives kisses on command, says "bye bye" on command, starting to walk with her walker (which is a milestone, considering the amount of times she has ended up on the floor with it on top of her), points to the pictures and words in her book and does so many more things that remind me constantly of how fast she is growing and learning.

So we find ourselves in the middle of February with a one-year old. Spring time is around the corner, and the sun has been out this week. Too bad we've been sick, or we could have soaked up some much needed rays. Brett has been consumed with schoolwork. The vast, unknown future of possibilities and uncertainty is shrinking, and I know that we'll be done with this adventure before we know it. Best to soak up every moment, rain or sunshine...because soon, we will be on a new adventure with a two-year old.