** Ok, I know I’m about three months late with this post. I’m so sorry to our sweet friends and family who have been asking and waiting to see Miss Priska and her sunshine smile. Though she’s now nearing 14 months and almost a completely different child than she was at 12, I couldn’t think of skipping the bi-monthly update of our little sweetheart. Looking back at these photos and reading the words that I wrote way back when…fills my heart to the brim all over again. Thank you for your patience and here you go! **
Well, it’s begun. The time in a mother’s life when time fies and the newest milestones turn into yesterday’s news. My amazing girl, my daughter, is now one. As I sit here typing this, it’s definitely not the first time I’ve asked myself, “Seriously, how did this happen? How?”
Since Priska’s birth twelve months ago my life has changed in ways I couldn’t have fathomed. Definitely not when I was a babysitting teenager dreaming of the day I’d have my own kids. Not when I was a hard-working twenty-something wondering when my life would slow down enough to make room for kids. And not even when I was beyond nine months pregnant, tired and achy from carrying around my beyond nine pound kid. Sure, I don’t have but two minutes in the day to myself but, I tell you, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. It’s such a blessing to me that I’m able to be a stay at home Mom and even on the toughest days when I think my patience has run completely dry, Priska’s sweet smile or contagious laugh fills me back up.
Our tiny, chubby infant, whom we didn’t know or understand—and quite honestly, felt a little alien-like at first—has now blossomed into a strong, kind, smart, walking, talking, real-life toddler.
She is a Papa’s girl, through and through. Sure, she needs her Mama, but the look in her eyes when Erik enters a room? Priceless.
She’s so good at sharing. It really is something innate in her, which I find amazing; she has something (anything), sees someone else (adults and babies, alike) and almost immediately wants to show it off or pass it over, let someone else take a gander. I really love this sweet, gentle demeanor of Priska’s.
No matter how many times she falls down, she has absolutely no problem picking herself back up and taking another step. I can see the amazement in her eyes, the freedom that walking brings her.
Priska loves to wave hello. And goodbye. Her favorite is waving to cars passing by on the street. “See you later,” she says in her baby talk. “Byyyeee.” And because we do live in Switzerland, “Tchussss.”
Priska has practically grown a full head of hair in the last two months. And curls? It’s funny to think we ever doubted she’d have them. If I’m lucky she allows me to sweep up her bangs with a tiny bow, which I never thought I’d be into, but do love.
Kisses! Priska gives kisses and it’s the sweetest thing ever. She received a baby doll from her Grandma and Pop Pop for her birthday and what did she do? After unwrapping the baby, she held it square in front of herself and proceeded to plant a giant kiss on baby’s face. *Melt*
My girl loves, and I mean LOVES, to swing. She’s not picky and will take a seat in any baby swing presented to her. The park we go to most often has a busy swing so it’s typical that we need to wait our turn. Priska isn’t pushy or vocal to move the other babies away but when it’s her turn, she simply lights up and squeals with excitement.
Priska is the happiest little bundle of joy. She loves life, as is apparent in the pictures below. We have been so blessed by her presence the last 365 days!
We ended up having the only baby on the trail and managed to walk (run) away with no finger wags or head shakes. Score!
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