Sweetest Year

On the eve of L's birth, I warned Ryan that he should plan on not going to work the next day because I was going to have a baby. He laughed. I cried. I was in inactive labor all. night. Then at 6am I called and convinced Dr. Maresh to check me again. I drove myself to the doctor because Ryan was convinced that I was delusional. In retrospect, I don't blame him. I had cooked french toast casserole in the crock pot all night as our last supper. I tried to fit myself into Ryan's stupid little car to install the car seat and cried when it wouldn't latch. I switched off between breast pumping (to make contractions stronger) and pacing around the kitchen through labor pains. I took about 7 showers. Because I felt like maybe I could get a little bit ahead hygiene-wise in preparation for the mass varieties of bodily fluids I was going to be covered in? At any rate, we eventually got to the hospital and let me tell you.. It. was. SO. worth it!

Tomorrow, on her birthday, we are having a Sunday family dinner (our favorite) at Grandma's house and I am going to give her a cuddly stuffed polar bear and read her this book. 

We just love this sweet tiny. That word sums her up perfectly. Sweet.
She snuggles and kisses and hugs and dances.
She says: Mama, Dada, dog, hi dog, & "milk."
She blows kisses, plays peek a boo, and waves.
She loves her sissy and her Dada.
She's my little friend though. We get each other. She makes my heart smile.
I can't even believe we have TWO sweet baby tinies.
Now I'm crying..