At Sloan's one year appointment, her stats were:
Weight: 16.3 lbs (5% - so proud!)
Height: 28.5 inches (21%)
Head: 17.4 inches (27%)
Our little girl is setting records and just tearing up the charts these days! Something else she is tearing up is the floor...she is all. over. the. place. Ever since our trip to California (blog post coming soon), she has really taken to walking - while holding on of course. I got a quick video the other day I wanted to post - it shows her walking with her walker, waving, and then a few crawls. She has the funniest crawl - she uses her left knee, but right foot - she looks like a crab. But, it works!
Well, Sloan's first year has come and gone...
It is hard to believe just one year ago she was a little 3lb, 1 oz peanut, but here we are - at almost 16 lbs, and still just as feisty on day 365 as she was on day 1. We are so proud of the wonderful, beautiful, awesome, amazing child she is becoming. Each morning she welcomes us with a smile (now with one tooth!), and fills our days with genuine happiness and joy.
At one year, she loves her touch and feel books, puffs (any flavor!), dogs, swinging, yogurt, and waving at absolutely anyone.
Here are some photos from her 1st birthday party last weekend. She had so much fun and loved almost every second (minus the cupcake).
I do this every year, but try to get to it earlier than this. If anybody wants it - here is this year's Jean Short Helmet Schedule! Click for larger image.
Most of the other Moms I know here in the city I met at the NYU New Mom Class. It was a really special group that our hospital offered - and I can't believe that ADINGRUP hasn't mentioned it until now (to be fair, I talked about a reunion here). I don't know how I would have made it through the first few months without the support of the other new moms. We all had the same questions, granted at various times, but it was a great relief that everything we could possibly be going through - other were experiencing it too.
Well as you can imagine, since we were all new moms at the same time, our kids are all starting to turn one! Just a few weeks ago, Sloan got to attend her very first birthday party thanks to her friend Lulu! Happy Birthday Lulu!!
Sloan's ride to the party.
As soon as we got there the kids just wanted to crawl around and explore the new space. In the photo below, Lulu is in the background in the red outfit. Lulu is 50th%, Oli - in the middle - is the 98th %, and Sloan is now in the 2nd %. If you have a one year old, chances are your kid is somewhere between these three.
After about an hour, we got tired of chasing the babies around the apartment so we corralled them in Lulu's crib. All of the adults started laughing, so of course the babies thought it was SO AWESOME. Here is Sloan, Oli, and their friend Alexander who is just over 1.
You'll recall that Sloan was taking swimming classes at the local Y. I call them 'classes' and not 'lessons' because at this age, it is really just about getting used to the water and being around other babies. We are both very proud of how well she did during the 10 week semester. There was only one class that she really lost patience and did not want to be there. In general, she is such a little water bug and really took to it. She loved floating on her back, splashing, and really took a liking to a little blue boat she'd "chase" at the end of each class.
Yes, the swim caps were mandatory. Even for our bald baby...
Proof that I did one of the classes
Practicing 'reach and pull'
The blue boat
Another one of her favorite times was the Humpty Dumpty drill...
The picture below was too funny not to add. The class was at 9am every Saturday - which was horrible planning on our part, because she goes down for a nap everyday around 8:15. So, on Saturday's we'd change her, bundle her up, and place her in the stroller for her morning nap, then wake her up at the Y. I took this picture one of the last weeks - we went through our normal routine, but this Saturday she did not feel like napping. I took her outside early and strolled her around thinking it would make her go to sleep. As you can see, it did not. She kept grabbing the stroller shade and peeking at me. She thought it was the funniest. thing. ever.
The only thing she wasn't so keen on was going under water. But then, to her credit, most of the babies weren't. They did a drill where you push/pull the babies through the water while counting to 3; then on 3 you would duck their head under water for a second, pull them up and smile and cheer as big as you could!. Let me tell you, that did not fool these kids one bit. As soon as you would hold them out, pull them backwards and say 'Onnneeeee', the kids lost it. They would all start squirming, you could see the fear in their eyes and they would cry out. It was pretty funny to watch (in the nicest way possible).
By the last class Sloan was much better at it, but it was definitely her least favorite time of class.
Despite her apprehension, Sloan earned her Baby Beluga diploma and is now officially our little water bug!
There are quite a few posts coming your way, as we are way behind this summer. Life has sped up, and seems to take more hands that it used to. Leaving me less time and ability to type up entertaining blog posts...
Nothing screams summer more than BBQ, and nothing says 'Summer is here!' in New York more than the annual Big Apple BBQ Festival. It was one of my very first blog entries, and also one of the only repeat entries...so obviously this year was no different! Well, one thing was different - Sloan was with us!
BBQ deliciousness
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This is how our friend Heath plays with Sloan (notice how far away he holds her!)
Dad and daughter
our set up
Uncle Russ is SO FUN!
NYC Fam
Sloan spent the majority of the day being passed from person to person, but managed to get in some quality time with a water bottle - she pushed it back and forth across the blanket with her mouth...over and over and over again. It was pretty hilarious! By the time the day came to a close, she was exhausted. This picture was taken one whole block from the park...
In early May, not long after my mom returned home from her Sloan-watching duties, my grandmother passed away. She had been in declining health for the past several months and was living with my parents in Springfield so her passing, though not a surprise, was sad.
I made it back to Kansas City for the services and in a most surprising turn (but not too surprising if you are familiar with Missouri weather), it snowed on the day of her visitation. It was May 2nd. I think it was part of Nana's way of telling is it was time to move on and she was ready to go. I'm pretty sure she always hated snow.
The service was very nice and many of the grandchildren and of course, her three daughters, said something about her life to the group that had gathered to celebrate it. Below is my eulogy from the day and I'm proud to share it on this blog.
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Last Tuesday, I was in London for business. I left the last event early, around 10 pm, and took the tube back to my hotel.
Coming off the train that night I saw hundreds of people at the bars in Canary Warf. They were laughing, talking, drinking. I'd had a really long day but something said I should stop into one of these places, by myself, to get a drink and just be with humanity for a minute or two before going back to my hotel room and packing for my flight home in the morning.
I got a beer. Nothing special. I sat outside where it was unseasonably warm and enjoyed the atmosphere on the banks of the Thymes. Nana was with me.
After a few minutes I went back to my hotel room and dialed my mom's cell. No answer. So, in typical sequence, I called my dad. He answered and I knew. Nana had passed away at 10:45 pm London time. Just about the time I finished my drink.
Nana, as her friends called her, did not have the easiest life but that's not to say she didn't enjoy it. She taught me how to water ski, keep those knees in the sunshine, liked being outdoors and spending time with friends and especially family.
All of us grandkids have something special we remember about her. For me, it's her never ending trust and confidence in every challenge I took. Whether it was venturing over the crest of 71st Terrace toward Ward Parkway on a walk, starting a business, getting up on two skis at Table Rock Lake behind a 35-horsepower pontoon boat or trying to make her and Papa a Manhattan. That's 2 jiggers bourbon, 1 jigger vermouth and 3 jiggers water, top with ice. Bitters aren't necessary.
I'll miss her smile, her encouragement and her love for me and my family. Sloan, my daughter, was very lucky to have been held by her and Kerri and I are forever grateful that she was at our wedding.
Regardless of how all of our families changes and grow over the years, Nana will be with us.
But, as we all do, I know she's in a better place. One with no pain and no stress. She's likely enjoying a drink on the patio with Papa. Maybe having a burger and fries because in Heaven, it's always Friday.
She taught me the value of being frugal, being dedicated to a cause and loving your family. I want to thank my mom and dad for holding high those same values and for being with her in the final days and assuring her comfort through her transition to Heaven.
Nana was loved and she knew it. She loved each of us the same and wanted nothing but the best for each of us. Our families will get bigger and better over the years but we should always know and teach that we are stronger because of we were lucky enough to have Ann Annis in our lives.
I love you, Nana. Thank you for everything and we will see you on the other side.
