To celebrate Anna’s birthday, I got one of those mylar number balloons that I see all over Instagram and blogs. They are completely unoriginal and #basic, but what the heck? They make for an excellent photo, everyone knows it.
It was cloudy and rainy on Anna’s birthday, so I set up the balloon near a window, and after her morning nap I showed it to her and waited for the staged-photo magic to unfold.
Anna took one look at that gigantic, shiny, noisy balloon and was absolutely, positively terrified.
Even after I picked her up, she kept crying and clutching like a baby monkey. I immediately decided to abandon the entire thing. How do people manage to have these cooperative babies who wear flower crowns and tolerate mylar balloons?
Anna kept crying until Thomas (who was not dressed for and was not invited to the photo shoot…) wandered in.
When Anna saw Thomas approach the balloon, she had the courage to do the same. And when he patted the balloon, she did too.
Big brother showed her that everything was ok.
I didn’t get my staged picture, but this will be my favorite memory from her first birthday.
It’s not that youngest needs their older siblings to blaze the trail, but they’re nice to have around for a little reassurance along the way.
Even on birthdays.
Happy birthday, sweet girl.