I love Will a lot. He's my best little bubby. My favorite thing to do is make him laugh. I give him zerberts, I tickle him, I nibble on him, and sometimes I jiggle him just so. Of course, my parents over react and thing I am being too rough. He never complains though. Though that may have something to do with the fact he cannot talk yet. Hmmmm...nah.
I am starting to come out of a period where I didn't want my picture taken. I'm really working it here. A deep contemplative Maeve contrasted with a bubbly fun Maeve.
I invited Dad over to my playroom for a meal I whipped up for him. We had tomato soup. He is a bit of a messy eater hence the bib. We enjoyed our meal and had a fine discussion about the merits of Sesame Street as an instructional tool or whether it was just entertainment.
I have been exploring my new found toddling skills. But that really isn't enough for me. My stay on flat ground when you can go vertical. And, of course, if you are going to climb, the bigger the better. I also need to get Mom ready for all the trials and tribulations of a little boy. By climbing now, I will de-sensitize here to all the things I will do in the coming years.
Moving on to something else. Every now gets to play dress up with a hair band. Even Daddy. He's trying to hide behind Will, but I think it's pretty clear who is holding Will.
Another sign that you've had too much snow, is that the novelty wears off and you find something else to do. This is a moment with the happier times. It was rough going being in the house together constantly for days at a time, but we managed to survive.
Being the big sister is tough. While some may argue that the oldest gets the most attention and has the most photos, I'm just not seeing it that way. I have enjoyed this run of posts around my birthday, but I know next month is Will's birthday. So that means I will have to step to the side and see him get the attention of a 1st birthday. I'll do my best. I will be brave.
Over time, I have evolved in my appreciation of presents. My first year, the wrapping paper was a novelty. Last year, ripping the paper off was the best part. This year, the contents of the present really interested me. So here are a couple of exciting items: a tricycle and fairy dress-up clothes. The tricycle seems to easy to ride. I don't see what the big deal is. And here is my best "surprised by the paparazzi" pose.
I have some issues with noise. So here I am while my guests are singing "Happy Birthday" to me. With that done, it was time for a monkey cupcake. Mom decorated cupcakes so they looked like little monkey faces, which involved M&M's and miniature vanilla wafers. Curious George is one of my favorites. Mom and Dad like to remind me that I am the little monkey that always seems to forget. Anyhoo, I obliged the family by allowing them to get a group shot.
The best part of having a birthday mid-week is that you get to celebrate again on the weekend when everyone can get together. Here I am making monkey hand puppets with my friends, while the boys are relegated to the playroom. Just an fyi...that isn't Dad.
Another year has rolled by. Where does the time go? It has been quite a year. The first photo is from last year. Yes, that is a refrigerator in the family room. Thanks to a local plumber, the kitchen was partially remodeled and that was the refrigerators temporary location. Thanks for all the family and friends who guided me through another year. Love you bunches.