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Friiiiiiidaaaaayyyyyeeee! 

My sister is here yay and now I want to take ten million naps because Emma and my sister have a secret language and can entertain one another for evah.

Right now I am sitting on my bathroom floor with my coffee and chatting with you all because everyone else in my apartment is asleep and I am a freakazoid who wakes up at 5:30 every day just to make sure I have enough time to shellac my under eye bags with a little make up and have a caffeine jolt. 

(Run on sentences fo' life.)

Considering Emma is about to turn the big 1.0, I am surprisingly calm. And by calm, of course I mean sobbing into a pile of newborn clothing and trying to swaddle my not so little one while she flails and death stares me. So, clearly I've got it all together. Her birthday partaaaay is on Sunday and you betta believe I will be live-Instagraming that shindig. 

And now what was I saying? This week's 52 project photo. (Duh)

Miss cheeks-for-days has taken to carrying around purses, looking into purses, pulling things out of purses, eating purse handles, et cetera. I have relinquished my death grip on this particular tote and have "given" it to her to play with. Basically, I fill it up with her toys and books and other knicky-knackies and let her party. I tried putting her in the purse to carry her around but she loved that about as much as you'd expect (death stares abound). 

Any who, I will be busy this weekend hanging out with my sister and celebrating Emma's birthday party. Follow along on Instagram, you know you want to.

It's Friday, I'm in love. 

Sister, sister

Guess what?!?

My sister is coming to visit us! YAYYYY!

Mariah is going to be staying with us for about a week - special!
She is here to celebrate Emma's birthday with us - double special!
Emma and Mariah happen to have the same birthday - TRIPLE SPECIAL!

I am so grateful for all my sister has to offer this planet. She is kind, funny, and the ultimate empathetic and caring person, like evaaaaaah. I am lucky to have a younger sister as special as she is and Emma is even luckier to have such a wonderful Auntie. Birthday twinsies!

Emma's birthday party is on Sunday and her first birthday is next Tuesday so come one, come all to celebrate these two lovely ladies.

We like, we like to party. 

The great(ish) escape

Back in the day, call it 10 months ago, our little gremlin used to be non-mobile and just lay there and kick, kick, kick, kick, repeat. Ah, those were the days. Now little miss moves-a-lot has decided that she will no longer be content in her living room prison and must, MUST, be out in the real world (aka, the rest of the tiny, one-bedroom apartment). Up until now, we have managed to corral her in her perma-jail with a combo of ottoman and couch blockage and an attractive corner of toys on the opposite side of said jail cell. But we are mere millimeters away from her great escape. She can just heave her drumstick of a leg atop the barricade and almost pull herself up, up, and away. 

And now I'm going to need a baby leash. I'm looking at you Amazon prime. 

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I am almost certain that every parent goes through severe denial about their first child's first birthday. I find myself doubting, denying, bargaining, praying, trantruming, and shaking my fist in the air about this particular milestone. 

My sweet, precious infant is becoming a toddler. WHAT?! 

Not only is she starting to lose her delicious baby rolls, but she is thinning out and looks all gangly. WHAT?!

She is giving me sass, not listening to me, and rolling her eyes. WHAT?!

While I am in the process of planning her first birthday shindig, I am secretly hoping that father time will jump out from behind my sobbing body and and yell, "SIKE! She's not really turning one. Here is your lump of newborn baby squish again, JUSTKIDDINGIT'SALLGOOD."

But alas no, father time will not come to the rescue and turn back the clock. And soon I'll be getting plenty more of these looks (see above) while she questions my sanity and thinks to herself, "Yup, she's nuts." 

Hold me. 

Schrödinger's baby

You may have heard of the thought experiment called Schrödinger's cat. It addresses the paradox of quantum superposition (Google it, ya'll). But what Mr./Dr./My man Schrödinger failed to mention is - have box, will attract baby. 

Emma's toy and frivolity corner is where the magic happens. Clearly. So feast your eyes on the magic above brought to you by the foolish keeper mom who believes that children actually want to play with their toys.

"Oh you so silly, ma." - Emma 

Apparently toys are for eating, for stepping on, for sitting among, for squirreling under the couch, for covering in bananas, and for throwing into parking lots at unsuspecting pigeons. But playing? Nahhhhhh. 

Have box, will attract baby.