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Now that the noug is 1 there's been a few moderations to the baby repertoire around the farm. Babies grow so fast that it's a weekly routine to pull toys, gear, clothes and shoes that are no longer needed or used and stash them somewhere. It's become kind of an overwhelming endeavor. I look at her closet and am like holy crap, she wore that once and now it doesn't fit. And with gear or toys, something that was essential to your everyday life like our mamaroo, after a few months is just a massive thing that's taking up valuable real estate. With that in mind, here's what our house looks like now that we have a bona fide toddler.  Depending on what we're doing we'll close off the doors to the office and bathroom and then we gate off both passages into the kitchen and she can roam the living room, dining area and her room. There's a pocket door from living room to hallway and sometimes Matt closes that so we can keep her in just the living room ...

I just finished a three week job and looks like I'll be off next week and we have BIG plans for what we're gonna do with that one week off that we didn't do for the month we had off prior to that. Like haircuts. Planting things in the backyard. Organizing the office. Cleaning out the master closet. Organizing the shed. Going to the LACMA, the beach, the pool. Etc.  The three week job was pretty great. It was fairly simple so I was able to pull normal hours during the prep and wrap days and be home in time to not only bathe her and put her into bed but we actually went out to dinner a few times. Since I was the boss I would also get to the office a little later in the mornings and be able to grab her in the morning, dress her, and make us breakfast. Imagine that! It just confirmed what a good idea it was to move up to be closer to work and therefore home and my husband and child would be close by too.  No place like home where you can have zero regard for everyone el...

She smiled approximately 4 times that day. Everyone else had a ball though. Recap coming!

Matt and I recounted the days leading up to and Alice's birth last night. The labor, the waiting, seeing her for the first time, holding her for the first time and then we talked about what it was like in the newborn days and the burp cloths everywhere and the breastfeeding pillows and after we recounted it all we were so tired. It was tiring just talking about those early days with our beautiful girl.  I get birth days now. It's the day that you met a very special person and once a year you celebrate the day that you met that person. Not only that but that person had been really close to you, so close they would hear your heart beat all day and you could feel them moving. And after all that time of wondering and thinking about them you finally meet them and although you spent so many months dreaming about them you still couldn't believe your eyes when you finally saw them. She was born with open eyes my Alice. She wanted to see the world and take it all in and she ...

This Saturday is Alice's 1st birthday party and my first kid party. Well kinda... the 1st birthdays are for the parents. Light 'em up we made it amiright?! The theme as I've planned since before she was born is Flamingo Fiesta and it's pretty much just... flamingo. Flamingo. Flamingo. Flamingo. Did I mention flamingo? Of course since the party isn't until Saturday I won't write about it and of course I went back to work this week so I'm just hoping I can remain stress-free and with the chill vibe I'm going for her birthday. I swear it's taking everything in my power to keep this party as effortless looking as possible and you all know me and how nuts I can get about parties but I am trying. I promise! I ordered everything way ahead of time and after sending out the invites that almost made me cry, I've simplified everything I can to avoid tears. No crying. No stressing. Just flamingos. Lots of them.

I am an emotional wreck this week as I contemplate what a year it's been to watch a helpless newborn become a toddling force of adorable. I'm trying to put it into words but I just keep crying. Once I get it together a little more I'll put into words, or try to anyway, what it feels like to arrive at such a life marker. To arrive at one. My baby!