Ode to Buttercup

Little girl, I cannot believe that you have been in my life for a whole year!
I know it sounds like a cliche, but time has never flown so fast. Can you please slow it down a bit?
Your poor Mommy is getting whiplash from trying to keep up with you.

See, you came faster than I expected. Your due date was June 21, and I was banking on you coming around then so we could finish your nursery. But that didn't happen because Mommy's blood pressure meant lots of trips to the hospital and the last time they sent me on June 11, they told me I was coming home with a baby. OMG!



So I had, like 24 hours!!, to get ready for you. Okay, okay...I had nine months. But becoming a Mommy is a big deal. And becoming your Mommy? Well, that's altogether the biggest deal of all.



You came into the world with a scream that could break glass and Mommy told everybody you were going to be a singer when you grow up. Look at you, so tiny! And with a set of lungs most opera singers would kill for.



Your first picture with Daddy. It's love. Which little finger did you wrap him around again?



In our defense, we HAD to get you a life jacket so you could get on the boat to go to Uncle Bob and Aunt Mel's wedding when you were three weeks old. In your defense, the fact that we allowed you to scream your little head off while we took this picture could be the basis for future therapy sessions.



Three months have gone by already? Time flies when Mommy doesn't get to sleep. See how you always loved to be right by my heart? I love it, too.



And I'm glad the mega-expensive stroller we bought is being enjoyed by your canine siblings.



Announcing Princess Buttercup, A.K.A Sleeping Beauty, for her first Halloween. (And don't you dare ever tell me that you were not spoiled.)



It's not the best picture. You are looking down and your Guelo (grandfather) isn't facing the camera, either. But this is the last picture of you with your Guelo before he died just a few weeks later. Because of that, this is a keeper.



I don't know what was so funny, but something sure cracked you up. I love this look on your face at six months old!



Is there any more in this thing? Avocado has always been one of your favorite foods. My sweet little Mexican baby.



Nine months old and already a diva. I am in soooooooooooo much trouble. Can you just stay a cute, manageable baby? For, like, ever?



Look at the litthe princess posing for her birthday party invites!



Oops! I must have blinked. How did a whole year pass in the span of one blog post? Happy Birthday, gorgeous. Mommy loves you.