The Queen's Rambles

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I keep meaning to post, but time just gets away from me. Elsa had an uneventful first birthday. If you’re on facebook, you saw how happy she was with the idea of birthday cake. If you’re not on FB, click through this picture to see a series of birthday pics. Won’t that excite you?

We learned she does know the meaning of “yuck-yuck,” a phrase I’m always saying as she shoves rocks, leaves, mulch, dried cheese, Erik’s shoes and all kinds of other gross little treats into her mouth. As soon as we stuck her hands in the cake she started yelling “Yuck yuck! Yuck yuck!” and the photo sesion was over.

We did get some good pics of Erik and her and my mom (and me, I guess. I wasn’t really camera ready, but my mom insisted. Wish I would have wore a black shirt).

Elsa is such a sweet baby. I can’t believe she’s already one! She doesn’t fight sleep. In fact, she climbs up on a lap, lays her head down and goes to sleep. She loves wandering around the house, picking up toys and playing by herself. She seems to be able to talk a little. I swear she said “I like that song” yesterday. I couldn’t get her to repeat it, but it about made the eyes pop out of my head.

She loves her brother and daddy and lights up when they walk into the room. Most of all she loves her mommy and never wants mommy to leave her sight.

She’ve very cautious around strangers. She does ok if the stranger ignores her, but if the stranger gets in her face or acts like they are going to touch her she completely melts down.

We had a beautiful day yesterday so I took both kids out to our neighborhood park. I finally had to leave because an old Indian grandma kept trying to hold her and refused to accept no for an answer. She seemed shocked I would tell her no, but Elsa was batting her away and screaming bloody murder. Plus there was a nine year old girl who has no boundaries who wanted to hold her. When I told her no she kept coming up and making mean faces at Elsa, so I just left.

The girl decided she was going to push Elsa’s stroller but there was no way that was going to happen. I know this girl. She’s a wild child. I told her it was a mommy job, so she claimed she was Elsa’s mommy.

I told her that the next mommy job was folding lots of laundry, so she took off. At least that scared her off.

And now duty calls so I can’t complete my birthday post of baby love. Poor second child.