Hannah's birthday! A post that will be boring to everyone but me.

Hold on to those moments--
rock them,
Gently. Those quiet moments when the
creak of a rocking chair and the dark lashes of your
baby closing on her cheeks are the only things you hear.
Gently, gently.
Cradle those moments

Hannah is 1 year old! She had her year check up on Monday and she is 29.5" long, 21.3 pounds, and her head, which is quite large (this is because Mike used to make fun of babies with large heads), is 47 cm (in the 95%).

Sweet Hannah! She thinks she can walk now, and gets very upset when she falls on her little bum instead. She has taken a step or two, but is very unstable. Walking is a kamikaze adventure for her, she just kind of leans, closes her eyes, reaches and hopes for the best. She eats like a pro, at least a pro without any teeth. She still has no teeth! That precious squinchy smile is still toothless. Without teeth she still manages to eat whatever we give her (broken up into bite size pieces of course). She has become very demanding, and gets really upset when I take away what she thinks is rightfully hers (usually a piece of garbage or some small object she is about to injest). She loves suckers (yes, I know, suckers are bad in more ways than one. It's not my fault though. Kenzie introduced her to the joys of suckers by sharing one. Okay, it is my fault.) She also loves dogs and cats, and signs the words, "dog" "bird" "more" and "eat". She babbles a lot and says, "mamamama" (which I'm sure is mom) and "kitty" and "uh-oh" and "m-ow" (for what a kitty says).
Her birthday was on conference so we went to my parent's first where my mom and I decorated a cake for her. Then we headed over to Chambers for the second session of conference, where Elder Ballard's talk made me cry. I loved that talk about mothers. It was exactly what I needed to hear. Then we had strawberry shortcake for both Hannah's and Mike's birthday.

On Monday night we had some friends over for cake and ice cream, and Kenzie practiced for being a teenager, by being bossy and emotional and locking Rusti out of, or into, depending on the situation, her bedroom. Hmmmm. Three is worse than two. It was fun times though and Mike "took care of" his Xbox with Dunk and Eli.