The year was 1977, Rochester, NY was in the midst of a heatwave and I was more than two weeks late - I was waiting for the right entrance music and when Gonna Fly Now topped the charts I knew my moment had come.
I don't have memories from the first year so I'll have to rely on others.
The first thought is that you were an exceptionally good baby....no unnecessary crying, an excellent sleeper and generally a good eater. You wore a DB bar for 24 hours a day for the first three months, then at night until you were 18 months old to straighten your feet and legs so you could crawl and then walk.
You loved the pillow (keno) your cousin Chris made for you and your Raggedy Ann doll. You also listened intently when I sang or read to you.
We learned that you could scoot yourself around pretty quickly when I left you on a blanket on the living room floor, while I checked on a dish in the oven. You scooted yourself off of the blanket and over to a magazine page I had torn out for a recipe. You were busy chewing on it when I returned.
I remember you throwing up down my back...