Happy birthday, Eloise!

A year ago this morning, Wendy and I drove to Cedars in the dark--wondering if the snapping sound and subsequent leakage from her pregnant tummy meant anything. Sure enough, out came Eloise five weeks early.


So much has happened since then, I can barely recall what it was like before I was a parent. I'm sure Wendy can't remember what it was like before pumping and feeding... The biggest changes for me have probably been in scheduling: no more late nights at the GR office and having to be ready to jump out of bed any time after 6:30 in the morning. I've always had a pretty even temperament, so the nurturing and playing has been easy and fun. Oh yeah, there's also the warm, gushy feeling I get when I come home and she can't stop shaking her hands with excitement.


Eloise wants to talk and walk so badly. I'm going to miss her babbling and crawling after me, but it's exciting to see her wave, point at her feet, and bonk her head during strategic parts of books when I read to her. Culinary breakthroughs have included sharing our first slice of pizza at Angelyn's house, introducing her to hummus at Zankou, and witnessing her really get into blueberries at The Waffle. This week she'll attend her first rock show at Amoeba, an art show at GR2, and yet another dinner at gr/eats with her cousins. Where we go from here, I can only guess.