peanuts on parade

penelope beatrice celebrated her first year of life this saturday! she did not smear the cupcakes and brownies I made her all over her face, and in fact hardly ate them. she was much more into vegetables and what not. both sets of grand parents attended, which made for an interesting debacle once all the older kids started soaking up their tequila. bunz spent the majority of the day playing in the grass and on the living room floor with random people who came over to wish her a happy birthday.

somehow we missed neglected to celebrate emily's (penelope's mother) experience, now one year past. we didn't talk much about that after penelope was off to bed the rest of us continued to celebrate her birth with booze and bonn-fire. one element i think it is important to address is the celebration of emily's (penelope'semily did one year ago on that day, but it was one of the most incredible actions i have ever seen another person experience. no doubt, it was further enhanced by the fact that i could never experience such a thing. i understand the cultural importance of the new child, but is it not equally important and courteous to acknowledge the work of the child's mother. emily's body changed more than it ever has, or likely will, in such a short expanse of time. her emotions shifted, reversed, and became new. everything in her life changed for the better, and for the worse. her life is so different now that our amazing, everlasting relationship is in a state of severe ill-repair. condemned, were it a building, hazardous to swimmers, were it a stream. such a grandiose affect on the life of one person deserves a high level of appreciation and reflection. so thanks emily! thanks for going through everything that went during that whole process. you are one tough lady!