What do you do when your last baby turns one? Cry buckets? Bake a cake? Take a million photos? Cut to me, doing all of the above.
Sweet Maggie Mags is a year and even though I say it every time, it feel time flying the most acutely with this milestone. We know she’s our last, and to have the baby years almost behind us is so bittersweet. We still have a long way to go until our kids are grown, but so many of those lovely baby moments have flown and that’s a tough pill to swallow sometimes. I am surprised by this little powerhouse daily — she’s a totally different type of smart than Henry was, and gets her point across in entirely new way. She is watchful, inventive, curious, brave, poised, and self-assured. I think she might give Hank a run for his money in a couple of years.
Here’s Maggie in a nutshell: Henry and I were putting some stickers on his sticker chart the other day. While we were getting it all sorted out, I handed Maggie a few sticker sheets to toss around and play with. She watched for a moment and then started playing by herself. We finished putting Henry’s stickers up, and all of a sudden Maggie comes crawling up to the chart with one single tiny smiley face sticker on her chubby little finger. She had quietly figured out how to get one for herself. She reached it up to Henry so he could grab it and pointed at the chart. He put it on for her. I promptly died.
This little one has lots in store for us and I can’t wait to see it all. Happy birthday, Baby Love! xoxo