it's ella's last day in babydom. o god. that makes me weep.
tomorrow, my little girl turns one. there'll be a party. a BIG party. a lot of people. there'll be cake. she'll be wearing something fancy. there'll be presents. it's all going to be a very big deal. after all. this only happens once.
last year, we went to bed on january 13th. and woke up at 2:00 am cuz neela was having contractions. by 6:00 am we were en route to the hospital. and by 6:00 pm we had a girl, instead of a mysterious, thereoretical baby in a belly. it was the coldest day of the year. the coldest week of the year.
tonight, we'll go to bed. we likely won't wake up until we hear noises coming from her room around 7 am. we'll feed her with spoons and she'll feed herself. we'll get her dressed, but she'll help. and it's so freaking warm out no one really knows what to make of it. there isn't even any snow.
