From the moment she was born, I knew she was going to be trouble. Sprout was bright purple, screaming angrily even after she was placed on WonderWife’s™ chest. My prediction turned out to be right and during the past year Sprout has certainly kept us on our toes. For the first eight months of her life, she refused to drink from anything that wasn’t WW’s™ nipple. She would not sleep in anything but her swing. She was moody. She was stubborn. She wanted only to be held by her mother.
But for as much as she's a pain in the ass, she’s also a sweet girl with a big smile who will flirt with anyone who looks her way. She's bold and fearless and wants to interact with every part of the world, taking it all in with her wide-eyes. She loves music and loves to dance. She loves animals. She loves her big brother more than anything else in the world.
It took longer for me to bond with Sprout than it did with her brother. But sometimes the relationships that start out rough grow to be the deepest and most fulfilling. I love my daughter. Her passionate spirit reminds me of her mother—another girl I love dearly. It has been a wild first year with Sprout. I can hardly wait for the next one.
Happy 1st birthday, baby girl.