singular sensation

I need to sit down and write, to capture some of the delight that is Arabella, age 1. She walks 1-2 steps between trusted adults and then dive bombs into one of them. She has figured out to crawl faster if I am after her on the stairs, to get away. She seems betrayed that her big kids aren’t home all day. She whined and fussed and demanded to be held, then released, then held again. And as soon as Henry got home (Miranda and I were late), she stopped. She played contentedly in whatever room he was in.

She had a terrific birthday. She had her shots the next day like a trooper. Some recent pics.

I feel pretty

Walking is easier if you carry something. Who knew?

cake?

cake!