Birthday Girl 1


This post is probably more enjoyable for family, but for all those interested, this is how AJH’s birthday went down, with a few views on mommy hood at the end. Enjoy!

We woke up AJH and sang “Happy Birthday”…

And she got a little shy…
And then smiley…
Then she had her “birthday bottle” and I danced around and sang “Brown-eyed Girl” to her (which so perfectly came on my Pandora station)
Then she walked over to Daddy’s office to see her special sign…
And model her special birthday outfit…
Being birthday princess must have been exhausting.
When we got home from work/daycare she really enjoyed opening her birthday cards.
And said “dog” as soon as she saw the front of this one from Mamaw…
…and got her trademark dollar
which we save in a special envelope to be deposited in her savings.
She got another doggy card from Granny Sally..
And was completely mesmerized by the singing dogs…
She loved it…
And kept opening and closing the card to hear it sing…
Finally, when dad got home we went for a walk to the park to the try the swing…
which she hated. Much like her bath, she decided it was no fun after only a few times.
She did, however, love the slide…
Then she got a special ride on daddy’s shoulders…
which she loved.
Finally, we walked to our favorite pizza place to pick up some food and AJH played patty-cake on cue…
…”and throw it in the pan!”
She also said “hiiii” to all who entered…
Overall, it was a great day and we’re very excited for her black lab themed party on Sunday. 
To be honest, I don’t think the enormity of my little AJH  and the last year has really sunk in. Sometimes it hasn’t even hit that I am a MOM. On days that I am out shopping by myself and have a brief moment of how it felt pre-baby, a sudden wave of “I’m a mom” will hit and I go into shock as I struggle to find my fashion identity in this new found  role. “I can’t wear this, I’m a mom,” I will think. I find myself asking college girls for their opinions in Target on shoes and clothes, saying things like, “Are these cute for, you know,a MOM?” 
It’s crazy to think that I am doing it. I am a MOM. This is something that used to give me so much anxiety. Would I be good? Would I know what I am doing? Would it all work out? As weird as it feels to realize “I’m a mom,” it’s something that also feels like second nature. It just kind of happens…and you do it. Like going into labor, and breast feeding, and sleepless nights and everything else I once felt anxious about. 
The more I write, the more it starts to hit. 
I am a mom. 
And my perfect, precious baby girl is one year old.

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