Today our Davy turned one. To think of everything that she survived and experienced in her first year is mind blowing. We have a fair bit of information about Davy’s life before she came to us, but- as a mother- to not have experienced every moment of it- is sometimes heartbreaking. For me, this year is a little bit of bittersweet. I think about her what her birth family in Ethiopia might be feeling. It’s everyones first. Everyday, I see Davy’s biological parent’s features in my baby’s face. I feel nothing but love and gratitude that we get to raise our beautiful girl. Love and gratitude.
I was looking back on this years photos and it’s amazing to see the person she is becoming. The photos from Ethiopia don’t do her personality justice, but it’s wonderful to see how she has grown and evolved.
Davy age one: easing into toddler-dom but throwing herself on the floor and crying when she doesn’t feel like doing what we want her to do. Davy age one: a million expressions a minute. Davy age one: is the happiest baby this side of the planet (despite a few tantrums). Davy age one: tentatively walking on her own. Davy age one: wakes up in the morning with the brightest eyes and the biggest smile. Davy age one: has the sweetest voice and loves to sing to herself. Also loves to dance to any music she hears- even her mommas off key singing.Davy age one: friend to Beti, Abe, Sophia and countless others. Davy age one: so so so loved by everyone who’s life she touches. Dave age one: Beloved daughter of Bekele, beloved daughter of Andy Beach and Lisa Weisman. Beloved.
In just 9 days our girl turns 1 year old. Her first year has been so huge. She has lived in 4 different places, has been loved by countless people. My daughter is an amazingly happy baby. The one consistency in her life is that she has been truly and deeply loved. How can anyone not love our sweet funny girl? Really she is extraordinary.
Davy received her first, first birthday from my friend Autumn. Autumn was the first person I have ever met with a child from Ethiopia. I stalked her. Read her blog, Finally one day I saw her at Close Knit and introduced myself. It took us a while be become friends. Mostly because several months later my mom got into a car accident with her (all were fine) and I felt so awkward and sad about it that I kept a way.
Autumn had a baby shortly before Davy came along and started inviting us over for playmates. Autumn is an amazing sewer and crafty person. She makes these really amazing and wonderful Ethiopian boy and girl dolls. I had always coveted them, but also didn’t want to “jinx” our adoption by every purchasing one. I was going to get one for Davy’s first birthday and she totally TOTALLY surprised me by making on for our Davy. Seriously, I wept when she told me. I was flabbergasted. Here is Davy with Autumn, Mezmur, Mavis and her doll. We have been calling our doll “Good Davy”. Because it’s really quiet, doesn’t torture the dogs or randomly throw fits in the car seat (a new phenomena). Also referring to a silent, adorable doll as “Good Davy” might be the most screwed up parenting thing I can do right now. So we won’t be calling it Good Davy for long. Is just made me laugh.
Davy also got a card in the mail from Andy’s grandma. That would be Davy’s GREAT Grandma. We are going to see Grannie Reece this Thanksgiving, so this was a great suprise. Davy thought the card tasted good.
Davy’s actual birthday is November 12, but as you can see we have taken the Weisman approach of celebrating the whole month of November as of International Davy Dinkenesh Beach Day.
Also today is Andy’s birthday. He doesn’t believe in a month of celebrating. He is too low key. I don’t think he minds sharing his birthday month with Davy.