The baby got stuck in the elliptical machine. And, just so you know, I actually helped her up before snapping this picture, and she sat right back down again.
This is the picture I’m going to use when they ask for a baby picture for her high school graduation. Because I’m terrible.
I bought her that lidded snack bowl thingy yesterday, specifically so she wouldn’t spill puffs and goldfish crackers on the floor.
Yesterday my baby monitor went missing. I had it for Zooey’s morning nap, but damned if I could find it anywhere. It wasn’t where I’d left it on the desk. It wasn’t on the floor, under the couch, in the armchair, on the windowsill. Nowhere.
I finally got so desperate I checked the flip up seat of this little scooter Zooey got for her birthday.
Someone has a secret hiding place. I’m half-tempted to leave the monitor there so she doesn’t know she’s been found out.
This weekend was Zooey’s birthday party. She officially turned one yesterday, and we took her to the zoo. But since it was outdoors in July, I’m pretty sweaty in all those pictures, so here’s her party on Sunday:
She’s still mostly unsure on how one opens presents, but I helped, so it was all good.
Then cake, which is the best part. She ate pretty much the whole thing, I just used an extra-large muffin tin and made her a big cupcake, then turned it over and frosted it like a cake.
Relatively clean, for a one-year-old eating chocolate cake and frosting.
And now I have a one-year-old. She’s less and less like a baby every day. But she’s turning into a pretty fun kid. I think I’ll keep her around another year.