One.

Baby girl is one. My baby girl is one. Can't believe it, except I am beginning to see glimmers of tantrum like attitude at times, so she must be. I love the first tantrums, or frustration storms, they are kind of cute. She lays on her back, kicks her feet and yells, then stops- shocked by the feeling of her feet hitting the floor-, she thinks for a second, and repeats. Sweet girl.

I have other clues that she is one too. Her two new choppers on top aged her face at least two months when they poked through. She's standing for prolonged periods of time, beginning to walk on fingers when coaxed. Her sense of humor is rapidly developing and her belly laughs are to die for- Tirfe loves to laugh, cocking one eyebrow in an "are you for real?" sort of way.

She had a fun and relaxing birthday at home. We made cupcackes, played outside, and grilled. It was unseasonably warm- 60 degrees a week into November. I felt like it was the universe bringing T a teensy bit of Ethiopia on her big day. The sun shining on us that day and letting us relish in warmth. It was really a perfect, relaxing day. We wanted to plant two trees on her birthday, one for her (the boys each have their own) and one for her Ethiopian family, but the nursery was closed since it was a Sunday. Hopefully we can still get them planted before the ground freezes, we'll see. Besides the cupcakes, the boys loved helping her open her gifts, and she loved watching!!

Happy Birthday K.T. Love and more love, to infinity and beyond.