Here is the picture chronicle of Nona's 1st birthday party. She was enthralled with the cake and candles. Daddy had to keep her hands away because she just wanted to grab the candles. The boys had to have their turn blowing out the candles too. Why more than one candle? Kids love to blow out candles.....so the more candles, the more blowing, and the more fun.....that's all.
Why the pink icing grin? Because she just did this.
And why did she do this? Because Daddy was keeping her from using her hands to grab the cake (and candles), so she stuck out her foot and sampled the cake with her toes. She's a good problem solver already, that girl of mine.
Open or chew? Hard decision.
The cake.
I was tickled *pink* to make bright pink icing!
The rainbow cake was scrumptious...and SO pretty, too.
Today is Winona's birthday. She is 1 year old! My how the time has flown. Hard to believe that a year ago, we were in the hospital, laboring the day away. We are having a family birthday party tonight -- can't wait to show you the cake!!!!! I guess from now on I will have to label posts about Winona as "Winona" and not "Baby Girl"-- boo hoo.
Who says red-heads can't wear red? Nona is stylin' in red.
Red curliness.
I love your delicious chubiliciousness
She is "One of a Kind" my baby girl -- my soon to be one-year-old. Where did the year go? I have NO idea. I enjoy watching her grow and develop, but my heart hurts when I think of how fast she is growing up -- this sweet baby of mine.
Hugging kitties and brothers,
She is a ray of sunshine on a stormy day,
How I will miss you when you are grown.
Earlier this week Wyatt and Winona helped me clean up the dead vines and plants from the garden (Reid was at school and Walter was napping). It was a beautiful sunny afternoon -- not too breezy or cold. We found some pumpkins that had been hiding under the pumpkin vines and the strawberry plants. Grizz was sleeping in the sun under the waving asparagus stalks. We had already picked most of the produce from the garden (with the help of some good friends), but there were still many tomatoes and cucumbers to toss to the ruminants.
Winona was not too sure she liked the cucumber.
Wyatt is a good worker. He loves to help throw things to the cows, and he loves to have Mom's ears all to himself. He cut down all of the tall sunflowers (using Daddy's big tin snips and hack saw--shhhhh..... don't tell Daddy!) I like his stance in the first picture -- we were walking back to the house and he was chattering about how much "hard work" he had done --hands on hips. Classic Wyatt.
I usually feel somewhat guilty about the amount of produce that goes to waste at the end of the gardening season. We pick most of it, but there is quite a bit that is left when I get too overwhelmed with the amount I have left to preserve. I try to give away as much as I can, but many of my friends have gardens as well. I salve my conscience with the thought that at least the left-over produce goes to a good cause: feeding the chickens and ruminants. The chickens can use the rotting tomatoes to make eggs, right? Does that make it better? I hope so, because that is what I tell myself.
Winona and Walter love to spend time in the bath tub. Usually their tub time is in the evening or morning, but the other day they wanted a bath mid afternoon. The light was coming in the bathroom window and reflecting back into the tub. It made for nice photography. I am not terribly happy with the quality of the photos -- not as crisp as I would like -- but the pictures are cute anyway.
Oh, what's brother Walter doing? Looks interesting.
Thank you! That was nice. I was needing a drink.
That was NOT nice!
"Hilarious" brother Walter.
Funny how it seems so cold in the fall when it first starts getting cold. At least it does to me. It's only 30-40 F at night, but it SEEMS cold. Come January, I will think 30-40F at night to be a heat wave --the signaling of spring -- and will start breaking out the seed catalogs.
Do you like Nona's coat? It's the best kind of coat because it once warmed another little baby girl (and lived to tell about it!). While we were staying at the luxury Harborview Hotel, a lovely nurse who just happened to LOVE Nona, and who just happened to have a baby girl of her own, gave us a whole bag of baby girl goodies. At the time, the clothes seemed SO big. Guess what? They don't seem so big now! This Baby Gap coat is 18-24 months, and it is a little big on Nona, but she definitely won't be wearing it come next winter. The best thing of all, the shiny gold is a lot better at hiding dirt, snot, and leftover lunch than the light pink coat that Nona currently has. Thank you.
Wild Winona enjoying the wind on her skin
Blowing bubbles
Wind in her wild hair
And more wild hair
This weekend, we had visitors at the ol' homestead. You may remember that Winona had a playdate with another baby girl way back in February. You can see pictures from that playdate {here}. Wow, that was a LOOOONG time ago. Look how much these baby girls have grown? Sadie was born just one week before Winona, and she is walking all over the place already. None of my babies walked at 10 months. Wyatt was the youngest to walk at 11 months. Actually, I'm not sure I ever remember Wyatt walking-- it was more of a run. Run, fall, get up, run, fall.....he had many cuts and bruises on his noggin.
Julie took these pictures of the baby girls using my camera. Sadie and Nona were not too interested in each other, thus the elephant sprinkler prop. We set them together and they would both take off in opposite directions.
Maybe some day these little girls will choose to be friends of their own accord.
Both Nona and Sadie have beautiful blue eyes.
When I took this picture of Winona a few days ago, it reminded me of a similar picture I remember from when I was a baby (way back when). It is a close-up picture of me looking down at something, I don't know what, but the facial features resembled the contours of the above picture of Nona. The picture below is not quite the picture I was thinking of, Mom must have that picture. I was about 1 1/2 years old in this picture.
Look how much hair this little girl had at two years of age,
Little Nona Joe discovered she can walk with assistance.
Push it forward, step up, push forward, step up.
Something is wrong here. It doesn't work anymore!
Step in: big brother. "No no, Nona!"
There we go, all better.
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