happy birthday my sweet ainsley...a week ago, that's how busy we've been around here. you're one, i can hardly believe it. one! this time last year i was driving up to the nicu around the clock to see my little preemie princess. and pumping like a mad woman. watching you sleep and praying you would breathe and eat on your own so you could come home with me. it's hard to imagine it's been a whole year. you've done so much more!now you're busy crawling and climbing the stairs, squealing when you see me coming for you. you're busy eating cheerios and cheese and grapes. with your four tiny teeth. you could very well be a monkey with the amount of bananas you can down in a sitting. your first words: ah-oh... and dawg. you're puckering for kisses and playing peek-a-boo. you are sweetness bundled up in 19 lbs. i feel such pure joy when you smile at me. but there's just a little tinge of sadness (ok, a lot) that i just threw the last one year old cake-in-the-face party i will ever throw. why you gotta grow up?i love you so sweetheart.mama
"...i sharing my [teeny tiny itsy bitsy super-chokable] bolly bockets with aindree!"
today i heard in a familiar tattletale voice:
"maaahm...ainsley's stepping on me..."
but then wondered who was really harassing who in this scene:
some how i think as a 4th child you must come knowing tolerance is a requirement.