I bought a journal a couple of weeks ago that you’re supposed to take turns filling out with your daughter. It’s an amazing way to open up, to share thoughts and feelings without any of the awkwardness. Yesterday I was filling out the page on “firsts”. So since today is already a dedicated theme day on most social media sites, I thought I’d use this blog post to reminisce about my baby girl.
I highly recommend this journal to mothers of daughters.
So where to start down memory lane? Have I ever mentioned she was a preemie? Five weeks early, anxious to get a jump start on Christmas, was our only guess. And she was such a little scrapper that she only spent four hours in the NICU. I’m here. I’m ready. Now take me home.
She was so tiny I dressed her in a costume from Build-a-Bear Workshop.
In looking through photos, I realize I have a lot more memories I want to share than I really have room to blather on about. Not sure what blog layout protocol is, but I’m going to use the photo captions to tell the story. My blog – my style. ;P Here we go:
Ever the resourceful child, she turned the back of a chair into an art easel.
Last formal portrait before her brother was born? I was terrible at having those done.
Dance class. One of many extracurriculars that didn’t stick.
This was Chimp. Her first best friend. Came with girl clothes that she quickly ditched because SHE was really a HE.
One of the only girls in her pre-K class, she insisted on being a bride for Halloween. She had the boys fighting over her that year.
Ah, the graffiti artist stage. Her furniture, her clothes… I do NOT miss this stage. 😉
1st day of kindergarten. My brave little baby was growing up.
One and only basketball season. Spent most of her time on the court hugging her teammates.
Dressing up for the renaissance faire. One of the things I miss most about her growing up is no more dress up time.
Crazy cat ladies have to start somewhere, right? She loves ours and they love her right back.