Here is Callie’s first year video montage. from delivery room to birthday cake in about….oh…three minutes.
And here are her monthly crib shots to see how she grew from month to month.
We are crazy in love with our daughter. I hope I’ll always remember Callie’s first year:
-The first night in the hospital when the nurse brought her to me around 2 am after our family had gone home, Jared was asleep on the couch. It was very dark with just a dim light on, and just the two of us for the first time. She had her eyes wide open and I just stared at her and cried. I’d never seen anything so beautiful.
-Her crazy overactive tongue those first few months.
-The first time she smiled at us and we went nuts!!!
-How no matter how upset she’d be, Singing “House of the Rising Sun” would silence. Weird. But true.
-The first laugh, followed by the second, and soon the giggliest little girl you ever met.
-The first time she deliberately disobeyed and how hard it was not to laugh.
-How every morning begins with a dance party. Callie is the best dancer ever.
-The face she makes when she can’t do something the first time. Fierce determination.
-The face she makes everytime she finds green beans on her tray.
-How she can howl exactly like Halpert. And how he hates it.
-How she also can sound exactly like a monkey and carries her sock monkey everywhere while walking even though it’s big enough to make her trip every step.
-How she makes the teddy bears kiss, the sock monkeys kiss, the spoons kiss, mom and dad kiss. she loves making inanimate things kiss. “mmmmmm-mwah”
-How much she loves bananas. Can eat an entire one. And then the first day she saw the whole pile of them at the grocery store and about freaked out.
-How she’ll ‘sing along’ with me on car rides.
-How she wants Dad, then Mom, then Dad all in about 3 seconds.
-When I catch her “reading” a book to herself.
-When in the middle of playing with her toys, she walks across the room and gives me a kiss, then goes back to playing.
Love you Callie Rose. Now please stop growing. -Mom