Well her Daddy had to help her a little.
The days preceding her birthday I was really excited thinking wow! She's going to be ONE in a few days! But on the actual day, it just felt surreal. We decided to throw a little party with friends and family, there were 2 other babies about her age. Madeleine tried to play with them (ie: sticking her fingers in their eyes and mouths...fun), but maybe playing is too big a word at this age. They tried to socialise the best they could for little babies, but for some reason it just kept ending up in tears in their mamas' arms.. It was really cute, though. Of course, they won't remember this day at all.
I was going to be a diligent mother and make her a cake, but failed to because there just wasn't enough time and I had too many other things to get ready for the party, namely, handing in my homework for school on her birthday........ So I strapped Madeleine in her wrap and R. and I rushed to my school where I pretended I didn't have a sitter for the day so I had to carry her to class. I just wanted to hand in my assignment and get out of there, it was the last class anyway...so that's what happened (R. hid somewhere while I did this).
R. wanted to get her a cake from Sugarplum Cake Shop but I insisted on making her one. I got raspberries, heavy cream, eggs etc but then I got realistic about things and decided I didn't want to be completely desagréable (or an angry crazed woman) on the day of my little girl's bday, so we let the professionals do the work! And it was a very good idea. It was a beautiful 3 layered carrot cake with creamcheese frosting. Delicious! In fact I had some for breakfast this morning and will be having some for my snack.
Madeleine had a bite and spat it out...that's just means more for me!
I wanted to update for Christmas or atleast for my own birthday but it has been pretty crazy. It has been a very long, hard, tough but rewarding year. Can't believe my baby is one, not because it went by fast (because it didn't really...) but because she has grown from a helpless little newborn to a spirited, determined little toddler.
She said her first real word a few days after the new year and guess what it was.....PAPA. She loves saying it. And she also manages a BEHBEH sometimes when she sees a baby or her baby doll.
I'm not jealous, really I'm not. And I await patiently the day she calls me Mama (for now it is sometimes Mapa, Bobwee...or just the sucking sound when she wants to nurse...).