Oh, the journey we've been on, since that day 4 years ago when I went through nothing I had ever experienced before to birth this whirlwind of a soul:
Here we are on day 1:
Lolly was the best baby. She woke to eat in the night and went right back to sleep without any pomp...just wrap her tight in her receiving blanket and she was out. She was so quiet, vocalized very little, laughed very little. She smiled occasionally, but mostly she was an observer that first year. Behind those eyes she was filing away oh so much information...for later.
Somewhere between year 1 and year 2, the real Lolly emerged. I remember being on the phone with my mom when she was around 18 months, near tears, not knowing how to tame the enchanting beast. My mom and I have had many similarly-themed conversations since then, and what I leave with every time, is that I birthed myself. You'd think I'd be able to figure it out then.....
Between year 2 and 3 we had about a year long fight over pee and poo. My friend Cassandra coined her this way: "Predicatably Unpredictable." Yup.
This past year Lolly has been through it with her mommy. She has oscillated right along with me, poor thing, but in the end, we're still friends, and as Lolly puts it, we're still partners. Thank goodness. I don't know what I would do without her:
Happy Birthday my dear, sweet beautiful girl.