One year ago today, we indulged Randy and went to the Sou-plantation, after having Alla weighed for her one-month birthday (11 pounds 3 ounces, thank you very much).
And then we came home and propped her up and I snapped a gazillion pictures and this is her, my one month beauty.
Today she is 13 months old. Somehow.
Today we celebrated Ron's birthday with pizza and a few friends stopped by, so Alla got to play with friends. I have to say this is the hardest part about leaving. Alla recognizes Mazie and Jamie, even tries to say their names, and she really loves them. I'm certain that once Kelsea can fend for herself on the floor, Alla will have similar feelings. I hate to take Alla away from this in a few short weeks. Sigh.
Lastly, we have Ron's birthday one year ago, followed by this birthday. What a difference a year makes. One year he's holding his newborn daughter, who'd already grown out of her hospital swaddling blanket, and the next she's standing on her own, helping him unwrap gifts. Geez.