Oh there's so much I want to tell you.
So I'll call this part one.
I was not prepared for what I would feel
on Gingers Birthday.
I just kind of thought... Wow One.
We made it a year.
'The end' of birthday emotion I mean to say.
First of all, I got a 50/50 approach to "first" birthdays
from the peanut gallery.
I mean that in a kind and loving way- friends and family.
Half thought it was monumental.
Half said, Oh they wont remember a thing so dont give it too much thought.
Well, the side of me that loves the drama
started conjuring up ideas of a grandiose celebration.
And the lazy, procrastinating side of me embraced the latter.
So, torn, I was.
I cut out some balloons out of felt and fabrics
and hung them outside her room
so when she woke up... she'd at least see pretty color on
the walls and think to herself...
What fabulous blobs of color on the wall!
This is an awesome day already!
She was entranced by them throughout the day...
so I'd say it was an accomplishment.
She was getting over an ear and throat infection
so we couldnt go out.
I get the idea that no one recalls their first birthday.
But I also understand that even one year olds appreciate
So if I could indulge her in every way possible for the day and
try to get her to set a record for smiles and giggles...
then I'd count her birthday as a success.
So basically we tore apart a couple newspapers.
Watched Sesame Street and Yo Gabba Gabba while
eating a chocolate doughnut.
Played catch about 18 times.
took every tissue out of the tissue box and
All the books off the book shelf.
Read 10 of those books 10 thousand times.
I bounced her on the bed over and over
and over again.
Until I couldn't breathe.
And I received a billion smiles.
It. was. awesome.
Ginger Estelle Treese
March 3, 2009
About 1 hour old.
March 3, 2010
1 year old.
And here are two pictures from the most
exciting place in this dollface's little world.
I'm not going to insert the obvious and easy joke
about it being Caseys most exciting place either.
Because, how tacky would that be?
This one would be the most precious picture ever.
But I am pretty positive Moses got jealous and
purposely got his butthole in there so we couldn't
hang it on the wall.
If you knew him, you'd whole-heartedly agree with me.
More lovely details,
I'm dying to chronicle...
So hopefully this blogging motivation lingers a while.