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how Jacinda spent her first birthday (in photos)

When Penny turned a year old, I took pictures of everything she did that day. It wasn't a particularly eventful day, but now that the old blog has been made into a book, it's one of my favorite entries, to see not only how she spent that day, but how a day in the life of Penny at one year old really was. As time passes, you forget so many little details of mundane life.

Today - August 29, 2016, marked one year since sweet Jacinda Sharon joined our family through a horrifically painful but so-worth-it delivery! So here is her day, in photos.


We woke up bright and early (some days she does this) and it was just me and J for a little while. Daddy had gone to the skate park early in the morning, and the other kids were still snoozing away for a bit.


After a dry diaper and a little milk, she was ready to get on the floor and PLAY!


After everyone was up and we had breakfast, we had to rush out the door. Normally I only drive M, our foster son, to school, but today we all had to go, because Lucy had a doctor appointment at 8:30am and I needed to leave Jacinda and her other two siblings with a sitter. 


After Lucy's doctor visit, we picked her and Truman and Penny up from the sitter's house, and headed to the grocery store. I knew it was beyond my resources right now to have time to bake a cake or decorate, so Schnucks mylar balloons and ready-made cakes to the rescue! Jacinda loved having the happy face and butterfly clipped to our cart. Halfway through the store, I think she realized everything was for HER, because she started waving her arms at things as if, "Yes, all this is mine... all these soups - mine. All these ice creams - mine." It was hilarious.


Being with the sitter must have worn her out because she took an hour-long nap, then woke up and wanted to eat some vanilla pudding.


When daddy came inside for lunch, she insisted on showing him the wondrous balloons.


When she got fussy later on, we took our the pop-up tents. This provided about 14 seconds of entertainment.


Then we got out a canvas, on which I'd taped a number 1, and let her finger paint it. This was her first time painting, and she did pretty well. Only tried to eat a little bit.


Painting is messy work, so an afternoon bath was in order.


Then rolling around on my bed, she stole my phone and began taking selfies.

On to the ziploc bag drawer. One of her most important jobs every day is taking all the ziploc bags out of the boxes and leaving them all over the house.


She spotted one of her birthday gifts, from our friend Nanci, so I caved and let her open it. She had fun pushing the noise buttons on the set of keys.


Schnucks does a decent job. 


She thoroughly enjoyed digging into the chocolate cake!




Jaby's birthday gift from us was this bright yellow new crib. And in the top corner you can see the painting she finished earlier in the day. Aside from the obvious exhausted screaming, it's very pinteresty, don't you think?

Happy birthday sweet Jacinda! 

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