The day started out a bit slow since her mama & daddy returned from Washington D.C. last night (more on that later).
A bit of playtime:
(sidenote: please excuse whatever you may see in pictures taken in our house these next few weeks as we prepare to move . . . it's probably going to get ugly):
Kicking back with her afternoon bottle in the house shoes I found her at Target:
I finally got myself in gear & we made it to evening services at church & had dinner with friends.
Reagan & Ava, our usual Sunday evening entertainment:
Cereal in her awesome pink pig pajamas before bed:
So, we continue the march toward one year. Thomas Hardy once said that, "Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change." My own age surprises me sometimes, but not nearly as much as planning Reagan's first birthday party does. You become more aware of time when you watch a baby grow day in and day out. Adults don't change much, physically or intellectually; they may gain or lose weight or go gray, but it happens gradually. Babies change constantly and quickly. There's a reason an infants' age is marked in months, rather than years. Once they're mobile, you don't often have time to appreciate the momentous ways they're changing until you see a picture of them 6 or even 3 months ago and you gasp. So, I'm going to post this and go stare at her sleeping in her crib for a few minutes before I turn around and find myself planning a party for a two-year-old.