Last week, we celebrated Sterling’s first birthday. The boys have moved from the former term of endearment ‘Bay Didter‘ to an equally cute name–‘Triscuit’. One day while eating the wafer crackers, they started calling her ‘Triscuit’ and it has stuck. So we celebrated Triscuit turning one with a trip to Michael’s parent’s farm.
One of my parenting mantras is “Start as you mean to go on.” If you don’t want them to jump on your couch when they’re 4, don’t let them jump your couch when they are 1; If you intend for your child to try a bite of each item on their plate, start now; If you want to be a family who reads more than watches television, it’s easier if you start reading to them now. So, I suppose the same holds true for how you plan to celebrate birthdays and holidays (even down to the birthday cakes), but I didn’t think of that on Pierson’s first birthday. He got a Brutus the Buckeye cake that Michael spent hours creating. Thatcher had a lion cake that also took time, but was not nearly as impressive. And well, our little Triscuit, though she knows no different, got a box cake with leftover Fourth of July sprinkles. She still seemed to enjoy it all the same, so I choose not to beat myself up over the lack of fancy. She happily jabbered as she ate the cake wanted to tell us all about it.
A few fun thoughts about where she’s at right now. She will never know life without being adored.
Lucky for her, she’s also got some constant helpers.
She’s currently into standing by herself and then clapping for her job well done.
She’s currently saying ‘uh-oh’ and finding reasons to say it (dropping her cup on the ground over and over). She’s saying “All Done” at the table. She’s got four teeth that have arrived since turning 11 months. She loves attempting to dress herself with any clothes she finds laying around the house. She’s a master peekaboo player and says “phh bhh” to let you know she’s playing. She loves talking on the phone and will hold it to her ear and wait for you to answer with “hello?” But her absolute current favorite thing do to is our afternoon dance parties. She climbs up on Pierson’s bed, gets to her knees and grooves to a tune from the Go Fish Guys. She bops right along with the music and holds her own if the boys decide to go in for a wrestle or two. Then, after tucking the boys in for their naps, most days, she’ll make a beeline right back to the door, push it open once again and jabber at the boys as she makes her way back to their beds. The boys laugh hysterically and try to get her to repeat her stealth moves. If I don’t firmly close the door, my little escape artist would repeat this game all afternoon.
Sterling, one day if you read this, I never knew how much I wanted a girl until God gave me you. Each moment, you light up my life, and I’m so thankful He entrusted you to your Dad and me! Happy Birthday, Triscuit. I love you ‘BIG MUCH.’