Houston, we got a problem
Well, maybe not a real problem...
I looked at Astrid's face yesterday and I started to realize that she's going to be a very beautiful young girl and woman. (I hope every parent thinks that way about their kid...And, no, I don't believe she's such a cutie because of my genes. Trust me.)
I'm contemplating buying her nerdy coke-bottle glasses and trying to purchase a gun-rack. I have to plan for the future and the flood of zit boys showing up and stumbling through 'Hello, Mr. Hook. Is Astrid around?' while I caress my shiny shotgun. I'll be prepared.
Happy Birthday, little angel!
You are one year old now. 365 days filled with a lot of joy, some tears and a lot of smiles and laughter.
I writes this April 19, 2006, in the a.m.
A year ago, we were anxious, nervous and just couldn't wait to finally see you.
And today we are so grateful to have such a healthy, happy and beautiful kid. Can't wait for the next years.
My little girl
It's interesting to note that Astrid gets showered with affection all day but most of the time she just wants to explore, touch things, look around, put gazillion items in her mouth. She's just not in that age yet where affection means a lot to her. Sure, she needs all the kisses and hugs and overall affection. But she doesn't really go out of her way to seek it. She cries for food. Or when she's in pain or discomfort. I know it's a good thing that she doesn't ask for more affection - she's getting enough from us. Sometimes, just sometimes, I wish we would have more moments like this.
Only parents find this amusing
When it is 6 in the evening, you have changed her diaper after her afternoon oatmeal and you want to relax a bit with her before she has to take a bath, and juuust when it looks like she's playing on her own and you are trying to answer emails, she lets her bowels explode into her fresh diaper, the only thing you can do is laugh.
Reflections
This is the first picture of Astrid. 4/19/05 at 5.23 pm. Looking at it, there's really no resemblance to the little Astrid that makes our life so joyful. Who knew at that point she would be blonde with blue eyes? Who knew I could feel so much love for her? And who knew Rose would turn into a morning person? (Well, kind of...)
She's almost 1 year now and I can't believe time flew so fast. Was it 8 months ago when we had to get up every 3 hours to feed her? (Not that I miss it for a second.) Was it 11 months ago when I could hold and feed her in one arm?
It's such a miracle to watch her grow and learn new things every day. Today she surprised us by saying 'Morning'. I still don't know if this really happened or if Rose and I just drank too much wine last night. Next thing I know, she will be reciting Shakespeare.
