So we’ve been doing a lot of celebrating with this kid. We partied a little when she came home. We partied hard for her first birthday. We then partied mildly hard for her baptism and her due date, which turned out to be the same day. That was by sheer coincidence of scheduling.
Now we just got finished with a small party for the anniversary of her being home one year. Hard to believe it’s been a year already, until we looked at the pictures from then till now. Trust me, there are tons of pictures. This business of the first child getting all the attention and the second child barely getting in a picture, yeah not the case here. I’m a little surprised we can even find shot of Frank amongst the avalanche of Anne Marie pictures.
As has become the norm with this kid, words are useless. Pictures tell a much better story. And as I said we have a metric ton of photos, so for your viewing pleasure, one year at home….
And finally from basically being immobile to walking in a year. And yeah, that’s a golf club in her hand. It was un-prompted, not staged, it’s just the first thing she picks up in the mornings. Probably a balance issue, but who cares. Frank didn’t pick one up till he was two, and now he’s walking 18 holes with me at four years old. She’ll probably be better than both of us in a few years.
So, happy one year at home kid. Glad you decided to stay around for a while.