Sunday, September 9, 2012

Happy Birthday, Banana

Three years ago, at 10:16 in the morning, I pushed out a 9lb 2oz baby named Hannah. I carried that child for forty-one weeks. And today we celebrated her, instead of me and all my hard work. What is that all about? Just kidding. I mean, we did celebrate her, but rightly so. She is kind of adorable, and I'm so very lucky to be her mommy.

We celebrated with some pancakes, a T-rex and some princesses, and lots of sugar. She started asking for her cake as soon as she woke up. Like a birthday cake is supposed to be waiting on your birthday morning, like presents on Christmas morning.
We got her two cakes, one personal sized for the morning (that wasn't technically eaten, just licked and poked) and another, family-friendly cake. 

Hannah happily shared her birthday fun with Maggie. Aside from a few toy tug-of-wars, today was pretty fun for both the girls.

I hear that three is a challenging age. However, I'm sort of confident that there is nothing three can present that will not look like a cake walk in comparison to Maggie's first eighteen months. I say, bring it, three. I'm ready for it. But at the same time, I'm a little sad. Every birthday means we say goodbye to even more of baby Hannah. And she was pretty darn cute. I mean, seriously. Don't you just want to squoosh these cheeks right through the computer screen? And yeah. That is totally my onesie from back in the day.
Just promise me, little munchkin, that you'll take these next three years a little slower, OK? 

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