Aida turned 10 months old on Monday. All weekend, I was having flashbacks of what life was like this time last year. Me, seven months pregnant. Getting so large and the baby so active. Unable to sleep. Unable to work. So hot. So happy. So worried.
So. Big.
A year later, here we are. Smaller and larger. Getting used to being three. Figuring out our as-normal-as-we-can schedule. Aida entertains us, we entertain her. I put a barrette in her hair. Steve pulls her across the floor on a towel. She laughs at just about anything we do to try to make her laugh. Sleep is still a commodity. But I can't think of any better reason for such exhaustion. Our sweet, sweet Aida.
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| Sunday ironing. Sept. 11, 2011. |
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| Playing with cups. Sept. 12, 2011. Photo by MaMere. |
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| In the doorway. Sept. 12, 2011. Photo by MaMere. |
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| Breakfast with Mommy. Oatmeal with mango. Plus barrette. Sept. 14, 2011. |
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