From this: To this:
We are practicing blowing out candles at our house. Meg has made it very clear she doesn't want to be one of those babies who doesn't know what to do when her big moment comes. Yes, she knows that no matter what she does people will adore her, but she wants to knock the crowd on their butts. Lord knows she knocks Ryan and me on our butts every day.
Every time we look at her, we are amazed. When we wake her up in the morning we are glad to see her. When we put her to sleep at night we miss her. We love watching her eat, and sleep, and make messes. We even love it when she shows her growing attitude, slapping at our hands when we try to do her hair or wipe her nose; or watching her bare butt as she crawls away at lightning speed mid diaper change.
I saw a newborn baby in the grocery store the other day, and I felt a slight pull for the baby Meg used to be. You know, the type you could put down and walk away, and the type that didn't bite your shoulder when you try to cuddle. Then I looked down at the near toddler in my cart, the one with the runny nose trying to gnaw on the cart handle, and I smiled. I have gotten to see every moment from cuddly newborn to now, and I will get to see every other moment too. I can't tell you how lucky that makes me feel.
I said "give Mama a kiss." And she did. A big, wet, sloppy one with a smacking sound at the end. Best. Kiss. Ever.
Oh, how I love my girl.