Happy New Year
My little Pop Tart. This time last year, Daddy was drinking my sangria at the neighbour’s NYE party to hide the fact I wasn’t drinking my sangria to hide the fact I was growing a baby.
This year, you stayed up really late with the other babies and got cranky when our fellow suburbians let off illegal fireworks. This year you will learn to crawl, eat solids, get a passport, take your first steps and turn One.
This year will be fun. Here’s to making it all the way through 52 weeks of photos.
Inspired by Jodi at Practising Simplicity