Here's Malia playing "I'm gonna get you!" with LL. She insisted we have party hats for Damon's birthday dinner.
Here's the whole gang...
My little sweet boy! I can't believe he's one year old!
He got a night lamp that shines stars on the wall that matches Malia's ladybug one.
It took him a little while to catch on to the cake!
Kurt caught Damon sleeping while sitting up. He was rocking forward and backward while sleeping, resting his face (and then back of his head) on side of the pack-n-play.
Precious cat time...
Right before a much needed hair cut:
Gettin' into trouble...
The 'cage' has reappeared in our basement since Damon has become mobile.
Malia finally moved to a toddler bed. The transition came two days after we said goodbye to her soother. It was going so badly that I decided we would just add the bed switch to the mix- get this misery out of the way as soon as possible! Needless to say, none of us (except Kurt!), has been sleeping as well since the change. I'm hoping she'll get back to napping so I can get some things done in that precious time! The first night we got rid of the soother, I cut it the tip off and handed it to her. She put it in her mouth, pulled it out, and said "It's broken, Mama. We need to fix it!". After telling her we couldn't fix it and that we didn't need to because she's a big girl now, she said "We need to get a new one!". I put her in her crib at 7 pm, and she didn't fall asleep until 11:30 pm! During these 4 1/2 hours, I gave her 2 bandaids (for imaginary owies), said 5 prayers (she'd say: "Mama, c'we have a prayer?"), got in her crib twice (yes, you read that right), sang I don't know how many songs, and wished during the entire time that she would just fall asleep. Finally she relented, but if you saw her today, you'd see the bags under her eyes. Poor thing!
