Tilly is One: Happy Birthday, Matilde
Happy Birthday, baby girl. It seems like it was just yesterday that Khristeena placed you into my arms and we got to meet face-to-face for the first time. And now here we are, 365 days later, on your first birthday.
First, let’s talk about you and what an amazing little girl you are growing up to be. From the day you were born, you have brought an immeasurable amount of joy into our lives. I never knew that I wanted to be a mommy until you arrived, and now it’s all I think about, day in and day out.
Some of my favorite things about you:
- the way your feet bounce when you’re riding in the Ergo
- the way you smile with your mouth wide open
- the way you spit your binky out when you want something to eat or drink
- the way you find your binky and put it back in your mouth, even when you’re asleep
- the way your hair curls & your bedhead when you wake up
- the way you shake your booty to all music, all the time, and turn around to make sure we’re watching you dance
- the way you give open-mouth kisses
- the love you have for music
Today is an important day for me, too. It marks the day that I reached my goal of breastfeeding for one year. If you would have asked me in month one if I thought I’d make it this far, I probably would have told you, ‘no’, but here we are. I am so proud of us both.
Today marks one year of cloth diapering! I honestly wasn’t sure how long we would do it, but it turns out that we prefer cloth over disposables 100%, and will continue to do so until you’re done with them.
Today marks one year of adjusting to our new life; our new normal. I like to think that we’ve been pretty good about fitting you into our lives. While we are usually in bed by 8:30 or 9 pm on most nights, we still get to do things we enjoy with a new sidekick and a fresh perspective on it all.
Today marks one year that I have been a mommy; that your dad & I have been parents. It takes a team — and let’s be real — a village — to raise a baby, and I could not have done it without your dad by my side. He is always there for both of us. And while we’re on the topic of support, shoutout to your grandparents, aunties, uncles, and friends. Thank you for loving her and loving us.
I didn’t post months nine, ten, or eleven, so I’ll catch you up on that now.
- you started crawling at eight months in California
- you started walking, officially, on Christmas Eve at our house in Flagstaff
- you got your first two bottom teeth at about eight months
- you got to see Andrew Bird and meet him in Scottsdale at the MIM Fest at 10 months
- you were a little shrimp sashimi for Halloween
- we took you to the pumpkin patch, but you didn’t care for it at all
- you got to see your grandma complete a half ironman triathlon!
- you got to visit with our family Tessa & Elle, who came to see us from Buffalo
- your photos with daddy are on buses throughout Flagstaff
- your top two teeth started coming in about eleven months
- you can say “mama”, “dada”, and what we think might be “book”
- you can point to your belly button, hair, and nose
- you play peekaboo by putting your hands on your ears (10 months)
- you tell people, “I’m Tilly” but patting your hand on your chest (11 months)
- you can tell people how old you are & you hold up your index finger (11 months) – poh poh taught you that :)
- you still love to swing
- you love eating poh poh’s jok (chinese porridge), broccoli, cheese, yogurt, and basically whatever we are eating
- you know how to blow into an instrument to make sound
- you know how to drum things and shake things (like maracas)
You’re still not sleeping through the night entirely, but that’s okay. We’ll get you there.
There’s so much more I could ramble on about, but I think I’ll save that for my letter to you instead. Happy Birthday, sweet Tilly. We love you to the moon and a few times around it.