Norasaur turned 1 yesterday, and I still just can't wrap my head around it. I'm loving her at this age—her clapping, blowing kisses, standing on her own (!), playing peekaboo, giggling, throwing tantrums (wait, do I love that part?)—but I am just bewildered by how quickly time is passing. I do miss the squishy little newborn stage, but I think what really freaks me out is the idea that if one year could pass in the blink of the eye, 18 years will pass in, what, 18 blinks of the eye?
Lest you think I spent her whole special day curled in a ball in my bed weeping for days gone by, here are some pictures of actual, happy interaction from the day. The weeping went undocumented.
Opening her gift from her big bro—wooden stacking rings. He picked them out and wrapped them all by himself.
He's very sweet—since yesterday, he's been bringing the toy over to her so she can play with it whenever she looks bored.