annie is one.

I started this post over a month ago:

Annie, my sweet baby, is one and on the verge of walking and talking and expressing herself.

It turns out, her past year of docile compliance was just a cover: she has been taking notes, identifying weaknesses and formulating a strategy.

As of this week, she has decided she will NOT stand for being locked up in a baby-safe containment area (or, crate, as I call it) while I work out and shower. Once she is free of the bonds of the minimum security baby containment facility, she immediately bolts for any doors she can find.  Cabinet doors and drawers that are unlocked are unceremoniously opened and slammed shut with deep, unmitigated baby satisfaction.

Annie did run into a minor hiccup with opening standard doors: once the door swings open away from her, she found herself standing unassisted. The first few times, she plunged forward after the swinging door in sheer terror. Now that she figured the tricky doors out, she smirks as she maintains her footing and the door crashes open.

A fan of her sisters, Annie is completely delighted by any attention they pay to her.  Ellie is much more amenable to Annie’s hair pulling and grabbing, while Carrie gets annoyed by these shenanigans rather quickly. Despite Annie’s interest in slapping her sisters silly, the twins adore making Annie laugh and giggle.

Annie says a few words that sound like “Hi!” and “Daddy!” and “MAMAMAMAMA” and so on.  I’m terrible at understanding baby talk. I’m lucky if I understand half of what the twins are hollering at me from the third row of the minivan.  All that to say: Annie may be reciting soliloquies from Shakespeare and I have absolutely no idea.

And now, almost a month later:

Annie is walking! It is unsteady, precarious walking, but it is walking! I am both relieved (my child can walk!) and terrified (my child can walk!). I recall, all too clearly, the poop-storm that ensued with twin toddlers and while Annie is only one child, she is one of three very active girls.

No matter.  We survived the twinpocalypse, I am sure we can make it through one more unstable toddling little one.

In short, Annie is one and is walking without fear, speaking without annunciation and drinking without a bottle.

And so… I think I better hit publish on this post before it’s 2027 and Annie has discovered the Internet (or whatever it will be called then) and realizes that I still haven’t published her first birthday summary!

Congratulations Annie!  YOU ARE ONE! (Or 13…)

We love you!


the dynamic duo

Two of my dearest friends, Dorothy and Tammy, are turning 29 next week. One year from 30. (I’m good with math) This means that I am right behind them. Dirty.

Our twenties were … busy. Graduating from college. Boyfriends, relationships, marriages. Moving (me, mostly). Jobs and job changes (planned and otherwise). New friends.

And in the midst of that, lots of figuring out who we were after college. Out of the confines of the educational system, who were our friends? What were we going to do with our lives?

Oh, and I guess it didn’t help that Frank and I left the state for four years.

But here we are, almost 16 years after I met Tammy and 10 years after meeting Dorothy, and we are all still close friends.

Tammy is one of the cutest girls you’ll meet. A sweet demeanor, I’ve only heard her yell once (well, maybe twice). And everyone stopped and looked – shocked that she raised her voice. And she gives great shoulder rubs! Tammy loves to dance and sing – and you can catch her doing both while eating something delicious (when something is yummy, Tammy lets you know!). Tammy takes her time with things, thinks before she speaks and is often a little late for… everything. But! I learned a trick last weekend – if you call her last minute for something, she totally shows up on time. Ah ha! Peace and harmony is important to her.

Dorothy is passionate. She loves everyone she meets (and knows someone EVERYWHERE – trust me – true story) and everyone loves her. She is a fantastic teacher, a natural leader and a sensitive soul. Another vocalist (I know so many just to make up for my ineptitude in that arena), she rocks the mic at karaoke and at many wedding ceremonies. Dor shows up on time and prepared for just about everything. Justice and mercy are important to her.

I love both of these ladies and I cannot wait to see out this decade of our lives together. Our twenties have been exciting. I hope our thirties are just as sweet.