Thirty plus one!

by chuckofish

Please indulge me in a little reflection here — it is hard to believe that a year ago was my thirtieth birthday and I was about 7.5 months pregnant. The pandemic was relatively new and I thought it was great that people had flowers delivered, etc. while we were all self-isolating or quarantining or whatever we were calling it last April.

I felt huge that day – LOL

We are still pretty much in “have things delivered” mode. My mother sent flowers. My boss even sent me a bottle of champagne. We got yummy takeout for dinner and I snuck in a Target drive-up order just for the fun of running an errand.

Anyway, I am a year older with a very, very, very significant “plus one!!”

Our cupcake of love!

Sorry for my scary hands

Katie dear now knows how to pull up to standing on her own. Here she is showing off on our newly-installed baby gate at the kitchen. She did this for the first time on a FT with her mamu and aunt, which also consisted of her screaming for, like, 10 straight minutes. This is how I imagine Katie learning a new skill:

(Do you remember this scene from Saved by the Bell as vividly as I do?)

Katie is not on caffeine pills, but she does get VERY EXCITED and then VERY UPSET about her newfound strength. “Who let me get this high above ground?!?!”

Contemplating gravity?

P.S. You might recall that when Katie was very little, she loved to gaze at brown furniture. Well, now she loves to inspect the handles and knobs on all of the brown furniture…

…and she always seems so pleased. “Yep. This here is a fine piece of furniture.”

Well, in sum, I am a happy thirty-one year old with a happy baby. Brown furniture exists, and standing up. Sometimes, champagne and flowers show up at your door. Life is good.