First Year!

The guilt we put on ourselves as mothers. 

I have been feeling so bad when I look at my friends who have just had babies and how cute the baby pictures are they post on FB and such of their darling little additions [newborns are my fav by the way]. So I sit and feel guilty that I have this precious little one grow up before my eyes and I let all her year slip away from me with out pictures.

While I didn't make it a HUGE thing that I had a photo session with her, I guess I did after all take a few pictures that I think are cute.  Oh guilt is such a terrible thing! :)

 Ella has been such fun!  Although I really think I am just a complete basket case for the first year...or so! :)  It is always such an adjustment for me when adding a new little addition to our family.  Adjusting schedules and accommodating other schedules and the like.  But we made it through.  Fairly well I should add.  There was heartbreak, as always, but we made it through together!  ALL OF US!!

Everyone has asked me how it has been to finally have my little girl.  Well for the first year, I was...well um, its great! :)  Because honestly the only difference with a girl newborn and a boy is the diapers! Not much difference.  Now that she is almost 2!!!  WHAT FUN!  I can see all the fun little girl things light up her eyes that I think would have lit up my eyes!  I love Strawberry Shortcake and listening to her giggle with excitement just makes my heart flutter.  I love that she looks at me while I am getting ready for the day and tries to emulate what I am doing.  I put on my contacts, she needs some contacts on.  I put lipstick on, so does she.  She brushes my hair and giggles.  She looks at me for approval and when I say, oh so pretty she giggles with glee! Yes now I can say what fun.  She is a doll to have around the house.  She hopefully will not always be the BRUTE that she is.  Although with rough and rowdy brothers she is bound to have some sort of brute attitude.  That's ok.  I look back at me now that I have boys [not having any of them around growing up] and I love the fact I can play football with the boys [which we did just this last Sunday for 4 hours I might add], yet snuggle and be a girly girl.  She will be just fine.  Just more adjusted and use to rowdiness that I was!

I love our little family.

Just to remember my last moments being pregnant.  What a special time for a mom.  Only time in her life where she has her baby's heart all to herself.  Feeling every movement, every emotion and hearing every sound all to herself, before the big arrival.  Being pregnant has its ups and downs, I want to remember the ups.