My Baby Is One.

The little lady woke up on a Monday morning, after a weekend full of cake and partying (heyooo!), to a living room full of tent, cards and prezzies. The tent was S' idea, somewhere to stash toys at the end of the day, though it hasn't quite happened like that since!

Her face was a picture, a total look of surprise and then realisation that this lovely lot was just for her. It took over an hour to get through this bunch and she loved every second of it, especially all the excellent tearing sounds the paper made.

We ate pancakes and burritos and even more cake that day. We took a little trip out for dog food, watched Peppa Pig and Skyped with Nanna and Grandad. She went to bed, zonked out from the fun (and all the goodies) and she wasn't a baby any more. She hadn't really been a baby for some time but turning One definitely made her a toddler.

She's opinionated, funny and weird. She dances to every jingle and song and her moves are awesome. She doesn't sit still, she never has, but now she's almost running and it's both hilarious and terrifying. She loves to be chased, to smush her face against ours for kisses and she takes great big bites out of everything she's offered. Baby V is now Little V and it's a change that happened so quietly and yet so all-at-once too.

My baby is one. A whole year. Crazy and amazing. Cramazing. Definitely should be a word!

Love, K.