Today is little EC’s first birthday.

For her birthday, we bought her two small gourds from a farmer and sent her to bed without cake.

To be fair (to us) she loved those two little gourds that she found when we took her to a farm to see the animals and play with the plants. And she was too tired to even want cake by the time we got to that point.

She’s been an amazing traveler these past two weeks, putting up with all kinds of time in airplanes and cars, and strapped to my back, and time changes and location changes. She’s sleeping great—except for the first night of our trip, when she was way too excited to be sleeping in the same room as us—and has been eating almost all adult food for days now. She’s effectively weaned now, and her digestive system seems to have taken up cow’s milk without any trouble.

Yesterday was my first day ever to not see her at all. I got up early, went traveling for work, and got back after she was back in bed.