In other developmental news, we have begun to see the sprouting of some teeth on top. I guess this means she won't be going through life with only two bottom teeth. Besides these major significant advancements, I haven't noticed much else. She doesn't talk much, well at least not using real words, but she's really good at pointing at things she wants. And she's really good at protesting when she doesn't get something. Please tell me this is normal, you other mothers out there.
The other thing I notice is when it's just her and I alone she will throw major crying fits if I leave the room. She tries her hardest to come chasing after me, but usually I've already returned, because, HELLO, I was only leaving the room for a nano second to retrieve something. However, if there's other people around, she barely notices when I leave, which is good I guess. But then she gets really attached to other people also, to the point that when it's time to go or the person is leaving, she throws more crying fits, putting her arms out to them, so they'll take her (or keep her, whatever the case maybe).
So that's life with her in a nutshell. And now her latest stats:
Height: 29.5 in
Weight: 19lbs 6oz.
(She's been under the weather the last two weeks, which contributed to her loss of appetite, which also contributed to me pushing back weaning, because the only thing she was ok with having was my breast.)
And here she is in all her twelve month glory...
With Uncle Steven
I don't know if you'll be able to spot her in these next two photos. Her father got her this lovely camouflage ensemble, which causes her to blend in with her surroundings. (Other fathers who are interested in finding the same, please visit your nearest Academy.)
Her baptism, where the Padre doused her with a ton of holy oil. I'm not even joking about this. The baby before her got a dime size amount, while my daughter got a half dollar size. Seriously, it was like she was getting a shampoo of holy oil.
Lucero with her Easter treats. We didn't really hide eggs for her. More like we threw a dozen or so of them on the lawn and sat her next to them.
She also got little summer tops and tanks in her basket.
Me and my awkward pose with my daughter.
Oh, did I mention her baptism took place on Easter Sunday. That's why her hair looks so greasy.
With Grandpa
Me and my sweetie pie
Us at NIOSA. If any of you thought I would miss out on this year's Fiesta in San Antonio, you would be wrong. Not only did we make the first night, we brought our baby along for the ride. And even despite the "no strollers" rule, we still had a great time.
Lucero figuring out cascarones.
Me and the girl
I cannot tell you the number of times we got stopped by people wanting to play with Lucero. Everyone adored her.
Nice beads, Lucero.
This was the bench where we took breaks at. I find it funny that Farrah is holding a beer in one hand and a pacifier in the other.
And of course I got my annual picture with a cop. Lucero was off getting a snowcone and missed this one.
The next day at Chipotle, oh how I've missed that place.
Us with Miss Ashley
Lucero attempting to help dad wash the car.
Gotta wear that sun hat, girl. You're dark enough as it is.
On her actual birthday
At her birthday party.
Party favors...
Momma and baby
Getting her first whacks at the pinata.
Feeling a bit frustrated
Cousin Samuel enjoying his turn, while other children look on.
Yum, fresh lemonade. (More like fresh frozen lemonade actually.)
Me and my mustache.
Lucero comes from a hairy father, that's all I've got to say.
Singing Happy Birthday
So as you can see, we had a busy month, but a fun one at that.
5 comments:
What a fun birthday party! I love her little dress. I need to look for one for A while we're in Mexico next month.
A's gotten good at protesting, as well. She can really throw a fit. So, yes, it's normal. Just wait until she can talk! Then it gets really fun.
GREAT birthday!!!! and I LOVE the little dress!!!! Too cute!
She is too much! I get so excited to see pics of her.
Where did you get that little dress? Love it!!!
I want a 5o de Mayo baby. Maybe next year.
Her birthday dress is awesome!!! What a little sweetie, looks like she enjoyed her birthday.
Our "little bear" is a few days younger than Lucero, and is not walking yet, not even babysteps! He's still holding on to furniture to get around the house. And his most effective form of communication is the pouty lip which quickly turns into a heartbreaking cry, usually when daddy hands him over to me (seriously, where is the gratitude, kid), or when his food isn't coming fast enough. Other than that, on a good day he will call me mamamamamamama. No other words, but he definitely understands lots of words, including his least fave, "no."
Wow Bev,
You and your daughter look great! I am so happy for you.
Frank
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