November 11, 1885: (General) George S. Patton is born. November 11, 1918: Armistice Day (Veteran's Day) signals the end of fighting on the Western Front in WWI on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. Oh, and then of course there is one other minor event on this date, and that of course is November 11, 2008...the birth of Riley at 12:18pm.
It is hard to believe that one year has already passed, and what a year it has been. One year since we heard Dr. Webster tell us on the evening of November 10 that we would be parents less than 24 hours later. I can still remember one of the tests they did on Melissa that evening to see how Riley would respond...giving her a Dr. Pepper to watch Riley's heartbeat. As the Dr. Pepper went down, the heartbeat went up. From the moment she made her first appearance the next day, cracked that one eye open to take a peek around before breaking out into that beautiful cry, she has stolen both of our hearts and taught us many lessons about love, life, and of course being parents. On a personal note I had debated as to whether or not I wanted to stand up and take a peek over the curtain...and in hindsight what a moment I would have missed. I am fairly certain I will never forget seeing her crack open that eye to take a quick look around for the first time.365 days of washing bottles...changing diapers...struggling to find just the right remedy for naps (or lack thereof)...worrying (and often over-worrying) about every little thing...car rides (especially the return trip from Nana and Granddaddy's last Christmas) that at times felt like there could not possibly be any worse place on earth to be at that particular moment...all worth it a thousand times over. She has changed our lives in every way, and neither of us could be happier about that. In some ways the time has flown by...way too fast since she was wrapped up like a little burrito at Plano Presby...but in other ways life prior to her arrival seems like an eternity ago and we can not imagine it without her now.We knew that she was destined to be quite the little character considering how active she was in the womb...at times seemingly running a marathon. Or wrestling alligators...it was hard to tell which. Either way, she was all over the place, and many nights our entertainment consisted of watching Melissa's belly jump around in ways one would not imagine a belly should. Since her arrival, the only thing which has changed is her location: She's all over the place. From rolling...to army crawling...to crawling...to now taking a few steps...she has kept us on our toes.Somehow we have been blessed with the sweetest, smartest, prettiest little girl on the planet. Anyone is welcome to disagree with that of course, but that just means they are wrong. ;) She seems to pick up something new almost every day now. Among her "words" already are: doggie, cup, dada, mama, bottle, uh-oh, boo, bye-bye, hi, hey, ball, baby, and Yay Clemson! Ok...so maybe that last one is not entirely true.So happy first birthday Riley, the world is a better place with you in it. You have come a long way since that little grain of rice on the sonogram, and you continue to fill our lives with joy with every passing day. We hope that we have been and will continue to be the best parents you can hope for. We can not wait to see what the upcoming year holds for you as well as for us. Without a doubt we will have our hands full, and for that opportunity we feel as though we are two of the luckiest people around.
So we officially have a sick baby. She's been congested and stuffy before (allergies, we think), and over the past week and a half had developed a stuffy nose again. After a few days it appeared to be getting better, but evidently it didn't. The verdict today: Ear infection in both ears (to quote her pediatrician, "Her ears are a mess"), and an upper respiratory infection to go along with that. Not fun. That certainly explains the sudden restless sleeping at night and bouts of crying at random intervals throughout (of course the diaper rash was not a big help either). But at least now we have the antibiotics going, so she should be back to her old self in no time.
Somehow though, she still finds plenty to laugh and talk about, so that's a good thing at least.
A few other random thoughts...after 10 months she will finally wear shoes. We had tried to put shoes on her several times before, but she just would not have any part of that whatsoever. The new ones are a bit softer, so we think that has made the difference. The bottom line though is that she doesn't mind them, so now we can stop being those parents who never have shoes on their baby in public. ;)
And for record, finally, after almost two years...we have hummingbirds consistently. Of course just in time for migration.
Whatever we were talking about was very important...
We made our annual Labor Day trip to Nana and Granddaddy's for the Doss Fish Fry, a fund raiser event for their local volunteer fire department. It is held literally in the middle of nowhere, and is attended by at least a few thousand people who gather for good times, good food (fried catfish) and interesting music (an old couple singing, one playing the drum and guitar...at the same time, and one playing an accordion). Riley was not very pleased with the event initially due to the number of strange people around...not that the people were literally strange (ok, maybe a few were)...but they were strange to her. So she wanted no part of anyone other than mommy or daddy...and mostly mommy. However, as the evening progressed, so did her mood. Eventually she perked up and was clapping and dancing (bobbing her head) to the music, and looking around and talking to everyone. Of course by this time it was time to head back to Nana and Granddaddy's house for her bedtime, but before we left she did get her first taste of the single greatest creation on earth: Chocolate. And she loved it. Next year should be even more fun, at which time she will be almost two.
She has not typically been a good traveler, and feels obligated to let us hear about it for the entire 300+ mile journey. And while this trip was not without its moments on the road, it was a definite improvement over the past few we've made. So hopefully this is a sign of good things ahead. While we were there, she discovered the stairs. And once she discovered them and realized she could climb them, that's all she wanted to do. After the first time, she had it down to a science (if stair climbing can be considered a science), and was up both sets of stairs faster than Oklahoma's football season ended on Saturday (Sorry, Sooner fans). It was a lot of fun watching her go up...and even better when she thought she could turn around and come back down face first. We'll work on coming down them at Thanksgiving. All in all, it was a very good trip, and in spite of her being stuffy (again) while we were there, a good time was had by all.
(She also saw her first deer on this trip)
(Forgive the dirty door. It's called two dogs and a 9 month old)
(First taste of daddy's...via Papa's recipe...lasagna).
November 11, 1885: (General) George S. Patton is born. November 11, 1918: Armistice Day (Veteran's Day) signals the end of fighting on the Western Front in WWI on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month. Oh, and then of course there is one other minor event on this date, and that of course is November 11, 2008...the birth of Riley at 12:18pm.
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