Rooster Girl, my wee baby, my young daughter, my second child, turned one today.
We had a pool party for her over the weekend and while we remembered to bring the camera, we neglected to bring the memory card for the camera. So alas, there are no photos of her in her swim suit and tiara covered in chocolate icing and cupcake. She was a sight to behold.
I tried not to be upset with myself. Afterall, I figured her real birthday was still a few days away and I could celebrate again.
I failed to remember that her one year check up at the pediatrician was scheduled for this morning. She had two vaccinations, a finger prick and, as it turns out, she also has an ear infection that we didn't know about. Happy Birthday, here are your antibiotics.
We are such pathetic parents.
Rooster Girl has been 'inexplicably' crying in the middle of the night for the past few nights. We the parental geniouses have mostly been puzzled (and annoyed) by it.
Of course it never OCCURRED to us that it could be an ear infection despite the fact that our older son had 400 ear infections and surgery to get ear tubes.
Oh, yes. We are paying close attention to what we are doing over here. You want US to babysit your child.
I also failed to understand that re-creating a birthday tiara wearing moment is an insult to a one year old who is suffering from a mild vaccination fever, thigh soreness from shots and ear ache pain.
And how about this... alarmingly stupid parents (like us) sometimes put the birthday candle way too close to the baby. She reached for it, K grabbed it out of the way... but she WAILED and WAILED. I think she might have felt the heat. We held her hand under cold water, got her an icey boo boo bunny thing and filled our hearts with anxiety and guilt.
Then we went back to trying to get the damned tiarra on her.
She was really happy about that.
Because we were really heaping on the JOY here tonight, our son decided to let us know how he felt about the fact that he couldn't have more than one cupcake.
As usual, here at the House of Joy, our joy knows no bounds and the joys keep mounting up.
Still, I think Roo should be properly honored, so I am going to take a moment to chronicle her year and I hope it will be a more fitting tribute to her first year than the pathetic celebration we attempted here tonight.
August 29, 2006
I was convinced she was going to be a boy. When they pulled her out of my body, put her on my belly and told me she was a girl I sobbed and laughed in disbelief.
When The Mayor, my first born, arrived he looked exactly like K and his family. He was unfamiliar to me. Rooster was different. I recognized her. I saw my parents, my brother, my grandparents, my aunts and uncles and myself in her face.
She was quiet as the nurses tended to her. She didn't make a sound, just studied the room in what we would learn was her serious way.
First Thanksgiving, 2006
December 26, 2006
Roo cleans up at Christmas time.
January 1, 2006
Roo is a nudie New Year's Baby.
(These photos cost me a huge load of bed linen laundry.)
February 11, 2006
Roo is five months old. She thinks she is Marlon Brando.
Roo is almost six months old.
She can sit up and she takes her first bath in the tub.
Thus begins the endless pooing in the tub.
March 4, 2006
Roo thinks she is the heavy weight champion of the world.
March 5, 2006
March 15, 2006
Six months...it's Sweet Potato time!
April 4, 2006
Roo is seven months old.
Grandma Seattle visits.
That is reason to be VERY girly.
Roo just filed her taxes.
April 22, 2006
Roo is almost eight months old.
She thinks she is Don King.
May 19, 2006
Roo is almost nine months old.
She takes her first trip to the beach.
This is both good and bad.
June 3, 2006
Oh. My. God.
It's like looking in the mirror.
June 25, 2006
Roo is ten months old.
She can stand and squat, but can't walk yet.
Roo is eleven months old.
She loves to play ball.
She hates books.
You are a blessing in my life.
I'm sorry your birthday was tear filled.
I love you, I love you, I love you.