Mika Chica, age one

Whenever a child's birthday rolls around, it seems like every mother's reaction is the same: Incredulity. Disbelief. Although in most cases, it is the mother who has felt most intimately the hours that have gone into raising this child, that doesn't matter. She still experiences moments of denial when she gazes upon her offspring and realizes that they are indeed growing and developing into individual, remarkably independent beings. But, accompanied by that denial, at least for me, is a warm sense of relief and satisfaction. For, in many ways, our children's milestones and accomplishments are our own, and they provide a changing landscape for our life's journey, signifying that maybe we are moving forward and getting somewhere during our time on earth.

This past week we celebrated Mika's first birthday, and so here are the anticipatory emotions:
Incredulity:  I can't believe our little baby is one. I can't believe that little bundle we brought over from Iowa has been with us for 12 whole months.

Relief: It's reassuring to know I've kept her alive for that long--kept her from falling down the stairs or choking on grapes. Even though we've only managed to add a measly 10 pounds to her birth weight . . . I've started mixing butter into everything she eats to try and fatten her up, doctor's orders.
Satisfaction: I'm so glad she's part of our family. I can't imagine life without her carefree giggles and slobbery kisses.


Dear Mika,
   Because someday you may look back and wonder what kind of child you were, I'll tell you. At one year old, these are three things you love:

1. Outside
You are usually a very even-tempered child, but you can put up quite a fuss if you see your sister playing outside while you are stuck indoors, or if I bring you inside when you're not done immersing yourself in nature. You always light up when I buckle you into the stroller for a jog, and you never seem to tire of getting your hands into grass, rocks, wood chips, and dirt. You are going to love getting your feet on the trail for our family hikes next summer.

 2. Blankie

One afternoon your blanket fell out of the stroller while we were out walking and I didn't notice until it was bedtime. You kept peering into your crib, looking for it, and I felt horrible. I took the car and retraced our steps through the neighborhood, now dark, but didn't see it. Then your dad went out in the rain by foot to look again--still no luck. It took some extra time to get you to go to sleep that night. The next morning I made fliers to publicize our lost item and took the girls down the same route once again, taping them up as we went along. Then we went to the park, and I got a phone call there while you and your sister were swinging. The day before, someone about a mile away from our house had picked up the blanket in his driveway, thinking it belonged to his little niece who had visited earlier. Then his mother saw the last of the fliers I posted by their mailbox that morning, realized it didn't belong to their family, and kindly called to give me her address for pick-up. Most of the morning was gone by the time we made it over to retrieve that blanket, but it was worth all the time and effort to see you happily nuzzle your face against the pink fuzz when I handed it to you. For a moment, I felt like a superhero.

Getting some beauty rest before her birthday party

3. Doggies

If we're out on a walk and you see a dog, you point and let the whole neighborhood know. If we're inside the house and you hear a dog barking, you look out the nearest window (sometimes even pull yourself up to it) and peer out to try and find the source. Sometimes we worry that you think you are a dog, the way you eat food that falls on the floor and put your paws on my leg to ask for more.  

Dan and Christie came to the party, and brought Levi the dog. Thankfully, Mika did not assume he was one of her birthday presents.

 

Paca also made it to the party on his way back from Utah

 

 

 

The girls couldn't get enough of Uncle Dan as a wolf in sheep's clothing

Mika holding her new cocker spaniel from Mommy and Daddy

Aunt Christie with her tiny, adorable baby bump

Teresa came to the party, too!

Mika's doggie cake

 

 

 

 12 things you say:
Daw-gee, Daw-ee or Daw-jee (doggie)
Duh-kee, Duh-gee (duckie)
Aw-ee (hi)
Mama (Mommy/I'm hungry)
Dah-ee (Daddy)
Zus (Jesus)
Uh-oh
Oh dee (oh dear)
Ahhh (I want a drink)
Dis (This. I like this thing/gimme this thing)
Mmm (yummy)
Mmwah (kisses)

Mmmwah

 

 Love you, little girl. It's a pleasure being your Mommy.

Three Days for Paca Play

Parry and Teresa came through Colorado and stayed with us last week. We got to keep them for three days. Here is what we did:

Day One: Martinez Farm in Fort Collins

Mika called all the goats (and almost everything else) doggies

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ramona got to do a pony ride on a lethargic beast named "Freckles."

Ramona: "It's okay to talk about poop . . . but it's not okay to joke about it!"

 

 

Ice cream stop before heading home

 Day Two: Nature trail hike near Round Mountain

 

 

 

Ramona pretending to be a statue (Unfortunately, she was moving at about the rate of a statue for much of the ascent)

the "top"

 Day Three: Benson Sculpture Park

Loveland, CO isn't famous for many things, but its annual sculpture show at Benson Park boasts international attention each year. Ramona just likes exploring the paths and getting her hands on the art.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After the sculpture park excursion and a lunch picnic at Daddy's work, Paca and Teresa took Ramona to pick some cattails from the nearby marsh. Ramona decorated them with glitter glue and now they are sitting in a vase as a centerpiece for our kitchen table.

Three days went by quickly! Guess that's what happens when you play the Dixon way.

Ramona Swims

Ramona walking past the "dreaded" frog slide

 We signed Ramona up for some swimming lessons at the beginning of the month. She went every day for two weeks.

 

 There were three other students in her class

Opal, Ramona, Brenna, and Herbie waiting for Becky to throw plastic sticks into the water for them to "fetch."

 On the last day of swimming lessons, we gave her teacher Becky a bouquet of origami flowers to thank her for being so patient.

 

 

 

 Ramona called her little classmate "Oval" even though her actual name was "Opal."

Although she may not be ready to jump off any diving boards, thanks to these lessons, I think she enjoys the water more than she did before. Maybe after another session of lessons in the Fall she will finally have the courage to put her whole face in the water!