Freya walking video
Posted by brianchurch on Oct 31, 2010
Early this evening (around 4pm) we donned our costumes and headed downtown with friends to celebrate Halloween. Jane was a Giants baseball player, I was a samurai and Freya was a bumble bee. Next year I hope we can coordinate a bit better. Our adventure was less about candy than admiring the costumes we saw, one of my very favorites being a dog with a headless horseman riding on his back.
When we returned home, Freya practiced walking and I caught a few steps on video for everyone to enjoy with their mountains of candy. The quality is a bit crappy due to being captured with my cell phone and the lighting in our TV room needs some work.
Happy Birthday, Freya
Posted by brianchurch on Oct 27, 2010
One year ago today, Freya joined our party and we’re continually grateful she accepted our invite. I’ll spare you the detailed version of her birth story, just know it was a very long night with a few uh-oh moments thrown in for fun. If you’re really curious, I think my wife may have blogged about it t some point. The best part of the story, though, is we came home with this awesome baby who is so happy all the time it makes parenting much easier for Jane and me.
Minutes after her arrival (Oct 27, 2009):
One year ago she was born and became very real to me, no longer an abstract idea but a very real, very small, human being. I’ve found myself in a strange haze of time dysmorphia as Freya’s birth seems like it happened yesterday while simultaneously seeming like many years have passed. I would blame sleep deprivation but, honestly, Freya was sleeping through the night (except when nursing, of course) soon after we brought her home. I lose more sleep because of my job than I do my daughter. but admitting that to other new parents makes me feel a little guilty.
Recently (Oct 06, 2010):
Skip ahead one year, add a bunch of coos and laughter a pinch of fussy baby stuff and we arrive back in the present. Over the weekend we had a small birthday party which Freya likely won’t remember but Jane and I appreciate the thoughtful cards and gifts she received from friends and family. In addition to a birthday celebration, it was a good excuse for us to socialize, which we don’t do often enough.
After the party died down, she stood up near her toybox with no support and did her little bouncy knee dance for what seemed like a long time before she plopped down on her butt and clapped her hands. An hour or two later she was hugging Jane and I stretched out my hand barely out of her reach and she took what I consider to be her first solo step as she bridged the gap between mommy and daddy. Soon, I fear she will be wreaking real havoc on our house as she runs from room to room bounding over baby gates putting metal things into electrical sockets.
I really hope she is more sensible than that…
Happy Birthday, Freya!