While everyone was enjoying their cake during David’s birthday party, we all gathered in the living room to watch a little year-in-review slideshow. It’s amazing to see how much happens in the first year of a baby’s life, and how much our life has changed in just one year. You can watch it here, or below. When I first
When David woke up last Saturday morning, balloons were floating around the living room. I like to think that’s when his birthday party officially started. We planned a backyard party in August, in Richmond. And somehow it wasn’t hot and the mosquitoes weren’t (that) bad. David woke up from his afternoon nap just as guests
Tom and I love throwing parties. We’ve thrown birthday parties, Christmas parties and 10K parties. When I’m planning a party I usually don’t worry too much about dishware and decorations and instead focus on having a lot of food and making sure everyone feels welcome. It’s not that I don’t appreciate a well-set table and
I’ve set an alarm just once in the past year. Every other morning Tom and I wake up when David starts making pterodactyl noises in his crib. Tom is always uncharacteristically optimistic early in the morning and says, “Maybe he’ll go back to sleep.” But David never goes back to sleep. One of us (usually Tom) rises from
David’s first birthday is coming up, and since my sister and her family won’t be in town on the day of the celebration we decided to throw a pre-birthday party with them. I had planned on just making a cake (I needed to do a trial-run of the cake I’m making for his party) and
This post is just a few days late. Lindsay’s birthday is May 13, which is also Mother’s Day. She was born on Mother’s Day. Hello, best Mother’s Day gift ever. That’s Lindsay for you, she was thoughtful right from the start. She even gave me a bouquet of flowers on Mother’s Day. Normally sister-in-laws don’t give each other gifts on
TODAY (if you’re in Taiwan. Tomorrow if you’re in America) is this guy’s birthday. He’s turning three. (He’s been growing that mustache since he was two.) Abram is the middle child, sandwiched between a strong older sister and an adorable little brother. Abram, I can relate. You’ve drawn the short straw. Your role as middle
Though Tom is very romantic, he doesn’t get the prize for best Valentine’s gift. It goes to my sweet niece Eleanora Belle, born on Valentine’s Day. From the start Ellie has been head-strong and smart and beautiful (just like her mama). On her first birthday, my mom and I went to Taiwan with a suitcase
(Dear Kristie, I’m sorry this birthday post is late. You were not late with your birthday post for me. But do you know how hard it is to write a birthday post when you’re eating tortilla chips and watching Madonna get carried around by gladiators?) My sister, Kristie, moved to Taiwan six years ago. Among
This time last year I was in Taiwan, welcoming this little guy into the world. Hello, John Amos. My name is Aunt Amanda. He was just the sweetest little baby. A whole year has passed and he’s gotten much bigger and even sweeter. Now he’s grown into a full-on adorable and rascally little guy who