Today Phoebe is one. A-mazing. Having a child definitely bifurcates one’s perception of time. For me, the passage of 12 months seems like an instant: I don’t appear to be noticeably more wrinkly, grey, or feeble. But just to think that one year ago today, Sari was finishing up 36 hours of labor and squeezing out our little girl. In that one year, Phoebe has gone from a helpless newt to a vibrant, talkative, neo-toddler. (She can’t quite walk yet, but she can stand unaided, and loves to cruise around on the furniture.) And she’s so interactive! She hugs and kisses me, waves goodbye, allows herself to be comforted when scared, and calls me “Da-da”. (She also calls Sari “Da-da,” but that’s another story.) So officially today her one-year warranty is up; it’s a good thing we long ago decided we were going to keep her.
Yay! Happy Birthday Phoebe!
She says thanks — and she called you “Da-da” too. Poor kid
BIG UPS to Phoebe!
–xox
hey, if you’re around this weekend after all, you should swing by Phoebe’s party in the park!
Email me the details!
Wow. Dude, I can’t believe it’s been a year already. Yup. This is what happens…Happy Birthday Phoebe!
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happy birthday! its insane how fast it all happens! shes so super cute. maybe henry can meet her once before we move cross country.
Happy birthday little imp!
Cheers to Sari for enduring 36 HOURS!!!
-Rachel
happy birthday phoebe!