Holy cow. It’s been a year already. My darling little Maybe is now venturing her first tentative steps on pudgy feet and wobbly kankles, eating toast with apple butter and bananas and busily chasing the Monkeys.
In between dodging real estate agents, we are going to have pictures made today, and the Monkeys have chosen a gaudy and elaborate paste crown for her to wear tonight over her bakery-bought cake. Both the boys had the same waxen number 1 candle on their cakes, but that candle is packed in storage, so Abby will have to break tradition and have something different.
Happy Birthday Abby, my precious little joyful child. Mama loves you.