well, well. a year old and so much has happened in the last month! last sunday was the big todo and all your family and friends were there. there was food, gifts, and cake. i stayed up until one the night before finishing the decorations and baking/decorating the cake. you had a really cute butterfly cake that you demolished in about five minutes. at first you were quite demure and flirty, but quickly embraced your true nature and dug in by the fistfull. mmmmm, delicious!

you got lots of cool clothes and presents. of course, you were mostly interested in the bags and tissue paper. go figure. everyone had a great time and you played and laughed and hung out like a champ. the weather held and the sun shone gloriously. it was a great day.

we’ve seen some interesting developments this month. your vocabulary is growing daily. you can say “mommy,” “daddy,” “ella,” “doggy,” and “uh-oh.” you’ve realllly gotten attached to the “uh-oh” thing. you’ve taken to throwing things and then saying “uh-oh.” i keep reminding you that it’s only for genuine accidents, but you don’t seem to care. it’s pretty cute. you’re still chugging along with walking with the push cart. you haven’t really been able to maintain much balance on your own. not that you don’t try. your stair climbing abilities are honed daily. i keep envisioning you tumbling down like a little pinata. gnannnnaaaaa! i would just like to thank your father for introducing you to this new toy.

let’s see. what else? you’ve been moved into the toddler room at daycare. so far the transition has been fine. you hang out with the other kids and roam free in the wide open spaces of the toddler room. you’re the only crawler but you’ve only been in there a week, so i’m sure you’ll be running around with the rest of them soon enough. no pressure.

you’ve also been working on your acting skills. you’re definitely in the running for best actress in a drama for next year. your “i’m really upset and i’m going to let you know it” pseudo-cry is almost convincing. but as of yet, it is no match for my finely tuned b.s. detector. sorry. you’re just going to have to do better. i’m thinking your cousin alex may be able to give you some directions. she’s received critical acclaim in her role in “i’m not tired and you can’t make me sleep!” we’ll have to check her schedule and see if she can pencil you in.

in the not-so-fabulous news, you’ve also made the boo-boo milestone as well. all i do is turn my back on you for one measly second and, of course, you have to try and vault over your crib. this always ends badly. i managed to turn around just in time to see you falling to the floor. ouch! it’s like a bad slow motion moment when i should have been able to throw myself under you, but no such luck. you fell and bonked your head. there were tears and lots of kisses from mommy. daddy helped too by making me feel bad for not having your crib’s side all the way up. now the side stays up. without the aid of daddy’s death glare. oh, and the dent in your head is offset nicely by your spiky hair.

otherwise, it’s been a busy month and a great year. i’ll end my monthly updates but don’t worry, i’ll still check in with all your milestones, big and small.

and as you already know, mommy and daddy love you lots!

i’m in a slump. a pre-spring break slump. i’m soooo tired and lazy and i don’t want to think or read or grade or think. wait, i already said that. ugh.

my lethargy is oozing out of my pores and is making knots in my nose hair.

i’m too lazy to laugh at my own joke. how sad.

this warm/cold/wet/cold/sunny/cloudy bi-polar weather is starting to wear on me. i want it warm and i want it now. i want to shake off winter with one last flick and get on with my life. i want to wear shorts and sandals. i want to shave the matted layer of hair off of my legs. i want to take the plastic off of my windows. i want to peel off a layer of clothes when i go for a walk. and i want to order an iced chai at the coffee shop, not a hot chocolate.

mostly, i want to get out and be active. my post-baby, post-thirty physique is also starting to wear on me. i’ve had to stop shamefully stuffing myself into the pants i no longer fit. i have a few that i’ll be donating to the big red box soon. the whole gut hanging over the cinched waist look is not one that i want to embrace. *sigh* unfortunately, this means i actually have to get off of my arse and do something. unfortunately, the possibilities are endless.

hunky personal trainer named jake? tony veteod that one. a membership to the y? nope; won’t happen until summer. in the meantime, i’ll have to make do with eating right (just in time for my girl scout cookies to arrive) and whatever i can do around here. i actually enjoy being active and exercising, it’s just that i’m like most people and make up reasons to distract myself. much like with my blog. when i post, i remember all the reasons i like it: it’s fun, a chance to be creative, i can laugh at my own jokes, i know i can count on at least my dad commenting, and i enjoy writing. same thing with excercising. it can be fun, a chance to be sweaty, i can laugh at my own jokes, i know i can count on at least tony commenting, and i enjoy it.

which ends my pep talk. i need to get going and do some sit ups and push ups.

right after i have a thin mint.