52 Weeks of Tatum

Here is my almost-one-year-old baby!

This time last year our family was starting to have to head back to their homes. Tatum was a week past my original due date and 10 days past my ultrasound due date. I was trying every silly thing suggested to get that baby to maker her appearance, and was sick to death of people telling me how huge I was. If you need a reminder, here is a short list of things to never say to a preggo.

Here I was...a whale on stilts.

Tatum came on her own time, and has proven in the past year that that is exactly how she will do things. She's opinionated, funny (she thinks her toots are hilarious), strong-willed, rambunctious, tough, sweet, and a joy to be around.

This month I've been loaded with work and realized yesterday I hadn't taken my camera out of the desk drawer in weeks...normally it lives on the kitchen bar! 

Instead of recapping every mundane detail of this past month, let me just sum it up in the words "should be." 

That's my constant thought. 

I should be working...I should be cleaning the house...I should be making dinner...I should be doing laundry...I should be on the floor with Tatum playing. While thinking I should be doing one of those things, I'm usually in the middle of doing something else on that list. I'm working on not beating myself up for failing to do it all, but those dust bunnies under the bed are pumping their fists with triumph at the moment.

We did celebrate Ammah's 70th birthday by surprising her at a hibatchi place where we all had great fun (including Tatum) watching the chef perform acrobatics with his knife and spatula.

And on Thursday, Tatum's first birthday will be celebrated with family, cake, and probably too many presents. 

I need more book options to read her because we go through all of then 4 or 5 times a day! This kid likes to read...as evidenced by this picture!