I feel like such a terrible mother for not posting more often.
But really, if you think about it, I’m an amazing mother for being so committed to my baby that I don’t even take a few minutes away from her to write a blogpost. See what I just did there?
Ruby turned 11/12ths of 1 year yesterday. Time sure flies when you’re sleep deprived having fun. She’s a bundle of energy, regardless of whether it’s day or night. I’m glad I’m not holding my breath until she sleeps through the night. I’d have been dead ages ago.
Here is Ruby’s 11 month photo. As you can see she has a glowing personality:
Granted, the photo was taken in the evening, Ruby’s least favourite time of day (a trait she inherited from me, no doubt).
We don’t have any big plans for her 1st birthday. Lucky for us, she’s still too oblivious to care. I’m taking advantage of that for as long as possible! Besides, I think 1st birthdays should be less of a celebration for the baby and more of a giant sigh of relief for the parents. ”We did it! We kept her alive! For an entire year!” (Just so you don’t think I’m some kind of cruel, uncaring mother, we are celebrating Ruby’s birthday as part of our antenatal classes group birthday party.)
