What a difference a year makes. New Year's Day 2005, Niclas and I were at Jesse and Allison's house. I was hugely pregnant and grossly fat. Allison was nursing a newborn 23 hours a day and none on us had managed to stay up till midnight the night before:
New Year's Day 2006, Niclas and I were at Jesse and Allison's house. I was no longer pregnant or fat and while Allison is still nursing Sam, she's down to three times a day. We all managed to stay up past midnight the night before. Just barely:
If we manage to spend the night at their place next New Year's, we'll start calling it a tradition. Clearly, shoving the Christmas tree out the window is the highlight of such a tradition.
Today Matilda is 11 months old. This afternoon she snapped two Lego pieces together. She's walking all over the place, although she still looks like Frankenstein's monster. Arms out, legs stiff, tongue lolling around on her bottom lip. She pants like a puppy when she crawls, walks or is generally excited. One day this past week, she said Papa and then a few hours later, Mama. She can spend hours putting the cap on my water bottle. Has discovered how to pick her nose. Currently loves asparagus, pasta, Thai coconut chicken soup and blue cheese. Is off pears. Her hair is getting so long she needs barrettes.
She's an insanely good time. Climbs all over us. Hugs all her stuffed animals. LOVES the doll our neighbors gave her.
Almost doesn't need to nurse to go down for naps and bedtime. Sleeps from 7pm till at least 4am. She loves her nightly bath and stands outside the tub watching the water level rise on her tiptoes. Lifts one foot and then the other so we can take her clothes off. Once in the tub, she's up down stand around pat her on the head. She's started to throw a leg over the side -- checking to see if she can get out on her own. She goes absolutely mental when Niclas lifts her out of the tub and sits her on the mat because she knows he's about to cover her with a towel and dry her off and THAT IS SUCH A GOOD TIME YOU SHOULD TOTALLY TRY IT.
A month from today, she's going to be a year old.
She's number one.
