Happy Birthday, Bea!

I spent my thirty-second birthday celebrating Beatrix's first birthday. She and I packed up and went outside, where there was a cold wind blowing. And so we attempted to make a dent in our seeds by planting sweet peas and sugarsnap peas.

The kids gave us a birthday parade.

Elpseth gave me a sweet spring birthday bouquet.

Eventually, the cool wind and the excitement of pea planting proved too much for the littlest birthday girl.

And finally it snowed tonight.

On Beatrix's first birthday, she walks, plays in toilets,

watches movies with the big kids,

flirts,

crawls into tiny spaces and stands on alarming surfaces (ie., rocking chairs),

thinks she's big,

and continues to be the most charming, easy-going, delightful baby I have ever encountered.