Dear Rora,

Happy First Birthday!

You are one!  And, like typical you, yesterday was a very dramatic one.  We celebrated your birthday (actual day) with a trip to the doctor and then promptly canceling all of our plans for the day (that involved people):  You have Roseola.

It’s a virus that reminds me a bit of chicken pox in how it acts – most kids get it between 3 months and 4 years old (although some are mis diagnosed because it can kind of resemble hives or a couple of other things), it’s contagious, and once you have had it, you’re immune.  But, unlike chicken pox, you get a fever for a few days and then it goes away, leaving you a nasty looking rash that doesn’t itch and an irritable mood.

I’m so glad we were able to celebrate this past weekend!

Anyways, you are one of the tiniest one year olds I know, despite your willingness to eat anything in sight.  You are standing and walking when you have things to hold onto, but don’t seem too concerned to walk on your own just yet (like your sister was).  You love to dance, play with water, and still have the prettiest blue eyes.

And, you’re the best cuddler!

This note, however, is going to be short – because you need me and I’d rather tell you over and over in person how much you mean to me.

Love

Mommy

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