Earlier this month, Zoë turned 1! Seriously. She is over a year old.
The past year has been full of ups and downs and a whole lot of fatigue. Her little personality is absolutely marvelous and we are so grateful she is a part of our crazy family. She has never known anything other than a family with four people in it, and she’s throwing herself into things more and more every day.
After sprinkle waffles for breakfast, we piled into the minivan, picked up Auntie Al and Uncle Jakob, and headed north to Rock Creek Farm. It was a typical “fall” day in Colorado: 70 and sunny. Ha. But we all had a great time picking out “the perfect” pumpkins and checking out the other fall activities. I really like this particular farm because it is organized well and the attractions aren’t overwhelming. I don’t need a bouncy house; I just want some pumpkins. The goats and tractors are nice, too.
We had a lot of fun at the pumpkin patch, and Zoë was in good spirits. But, once we got home, she was pretty darn fussy. Teething…learning to walk…brain development…Being one is hard work, I imagine.
She was overtired, so I rocked her for a short nap which isn’t something we do often. It seemed like a great way to be celebrating her birthday for both of us. Then I made pesto with all the basil from our garden, just as I had on the day I went into the hospital in labor. We had a nice family dinner and a pumpkin bread “cake” that Willa picked out for her at the pumpkin patch (“so you don’t have to do any more work, mama”).
It was a good day. It’s been a good year. We love you so much, Zoë!