Briar turns the ripe old age of 1 on Thursday, which I'm still in denial over. I'm startled almost every time I look at a picture of her, that baby cuteness melting away right before my eyes. Of course, she's got a few more years of being downright adorable but now it's in the way only a parent appreciate instead of having that universal baby allure everyone's addicted to. She will remain our baby for a few more good years but to everyone else, she'll be a toddler. Heartbreaking, yes, but I'm really looking forward to the next stage of development. That's assuming the Terrible Two gods are good to us.
|We won't be able to subject her to this type of humiliation forever without damaging her!|
In terrifying baby news, Briar getting dangerously close to crawling. Turn your back for a second and her tiny magnet fingers are certain to find their way to danger. We've been fortunate to have an immobile baby longer than the average parents but lately she's been wheeling and dealing her way around the living room, mostly on her butt, sometimes dragging one leg behind her. Now she sits up on her hands and knees and rocks back and forth, making the occasional movement forward. She's also started straightening out her body when she's up on her knees, almost like she's trying to stand. Fortunately we think she's too lazy to get to that point yet; she still refuses to hold up her own weight even when helped. Phew.
|Look at how determined she is!|
And, burying the lede here, perhaps the most exciting Briar news happened today: We dropped her off this morning at her first day of daycare! More accurately she's hanging out with a babysitter two full days a week - no germy kids that way. We hit the jackpot with this babysitter. She's smart, experienced and just happens to be Secret Service approved (she worked at a summer camp that the Obama girls attended). Ha! It was a little sad when Greg and I dropped her off this morning but we tried not to be too sentimental.
|Excited for our first day of daycare!|
We think that it's healthy to spend time away from the house. She already goes with my mom one day a week. The time away is a good opportunity for her to experience the world away from mom and dad and for us to start doing other things. I'm starting to get busy with freelance work - today I'm working on a couple of pieces for the Boston Globe, which is very exciting and hopefully will be a regular thing. We're all happy that life is returning to normal, whatever that means.