365 days since this little lady arrived (this is still my favourite Cora photo to date).
365 nights she has slept cuddled up to me.
365 days she has been fed by me (all be it with some bottle too).
365 days she has been our baby.
365 days she has been a sister to these guys (who love her very much).
A year ago I wrote this post. Cora was yet to make her dramatic arrival. It feels as though Cora has been here for a lot longer than a year but at the same time feels as though it was only yesterday I was pregnant with her (this excuse works well in the face of the whole post baby weight loss issue). Its weird she is one already, I was already 5 months pregnant with her by the time Vivi celebrated her 1st birthday, and it feels like its only a little while ago we celebrated Vivi’s second…and now a 1st birthday already. For 10 days every year our children have a 2 year age gap, they are currently 0,2,4,6 and 8. Living it day to day its great but when I type that out I read it and think ‘jeeeeeez thats a lot of kids in a short time!!!”.
We have adopted a ready made party format here at the house of Clev. There’s enough kids to play a few games and while the girls are still young and relatively ‘friendless’ it is actually really fun and enjoyable. I know once they hit school its friend parties all the way so for the time being we enjoy the little family birthday tea and games like musical pillows (less lethal than chairs), pass the parcel, musical statues, and sleeping lions. Tonight I will bake and ice Cora’s cake, and reflect on the events of a year ago. Cora has the most interesting and dramatic of all my kiddies birth stories. I cant actually read it or think about that day without getting a bit emotional, its still so fresh and traumatic and I am just so thankful that it all worked out ok and that our little Corabean is here safe and thriving, thanks mostly to my quick thinking husband and stepmum.
Just like last year my BFF is flying over to celebrate Cora with us, birthday Costa, tea party, and then lots of vino (for the mum and godmum obvs not for the baby herself!) on Friday we are headed into Galway to Baboró (international arts festival for children – my inner hippie arty farty mummy is LOVING this) and a whiz around Amacoco (a giant tent filled with air where you can be sure I will be driving my kids insane by taking ten tons of photos!). Birthdays are the bestest!