Here we are one year into our lifelong experiment called child rearing. Let's
take a look at the grading sheet!
So far I'd rate us as a 7 out of 10. Stern but fair.
Perfect marks for cuteness,
adorablility and cheeks.
We lose points because Lea is not holding down her own job, working complex
equations, hunting,
lock picking,
para trooping, pickpocketing,
brake dancing, and some other things I haven't taken the time to make up.
I was recalling the fear and something that resembled excitement, but was more like fear, again, we were staring down a year ago. In hindsight I have to admit it hasn't been too scary. Except for all the scary parts. (She is bound to replace us, I will not forget that) Thank God for nurses and the epidural.
Hear are some updates:
She is now able to easily stand up on furniture. She picked that one up quick.
Found out today that she can climb stairs. Great story. She was
downstairs with Kate. I hear, "Lea?
Leeeeaaaa?" I look down the steps and see my spawn smiling at me three steps up. One more thing to worry about.
FANNNNNNNN-
TASTIC.
She loves food.
She turned 1. Family was able to come over and watch her make noises and be cute. No screaming!
Here are some pictures from the birthday
funness.

Lea attempting to win one of the party games. (Two
Pyrex bowls were stuck together. Everyone was
challenged, one reigned supreme. His name was Luke. He is now was a legend in our house. And he is Lea's uncle. And tall.)

Lea opening
presents. Mostly toys that make loud noises. Amazingly, I've already become desensitized.

Fun picture of Lea and Uncle Chris. Sorry Joy. I could have not posted this picture. But I did anyway.