Three hundred sixty-five days pass in a flash. Graduated development means that L seems to be walking almost as soon as she begins turning over. She’s gone from barely noticing attention to enjoying being the center of it — a perfect description of Sunday, L’s birthday.
K baked a cake and cooked some lunch (I helped with the latter); we bought some decorations; and we invited some friends over (mainly our friends — L is a bit short on friends right now).
L having finished her first year means that I have to stop dumping all our photos of her into the “LMS First Year” Flickr photo set. It means that, while we’ll continue measuring in months for some time, we can now begin talking about L’s age in years.
For L it simply meant a time of presents and cake. She enjoyed the former but didn’t get much of a taste of the latter.
For us, it was the first of many reminders of how fast time passes. It brought to mind Malvina Reynold’s “Turn Around”
Where are you going, my little one, little one
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you’re two, turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of my doorTurn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of my doorWhere are you going, my little one, little one
Little dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone?
Turn around and you’re tiny, turn around and you’re grown
Turn around and you’re a young wife with babes of your ownTurn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re a young wife with babes of your ownTurn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re the young girl going out of the doorWhere are you going, my little one, little one
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Nanci Griffith has a good version: