Jane turned one this weekend.
Everyone keeps asking me if I’m sad, and I am, sort of. I know she’s getting bigger every day, but she’s so much fun it’s hard to be too sad.
It was a nice party. The house was packed with loved ones and kiddos and babies. I asked for no presents. Obviously my family ignores me.
She’s in teething city right now. Plus she came down with a sore throat and refused to sleep all weekend. Now THAT was a party.