Emilia turned one on September 6, and OMG you guys, I can’t believe she’s not a baby anymore. She’s like, a toddler who doesn’t actually toddle yet (she crawls like lightning, but would prefer to cruise holding on to furniture, and no, she does not want any help walking, she’ll just crawl away on her own). She’s her own little person, with opinions, and, more often, demands (like “crackah! crackah!”) At the moment, it’s a toss-up between who she loves more – her Disney princess little people or her doggie, who she is constantly trying to kiss.
words I never thought I’d say: Baxter, get your tongue out of that baby’s mouth, now.
The last year has been exhausting, overwhelming and stressful, but the happiest year of my life. J & I formed an unbelievable team to care for our two “kids” (and the big, furry one is way more work than the tiny dictator most days). We spent the year learning what they both needed and how to do it in the best way to keep everyone happy. There is almost nothing J won’t do without being asked, there are very little “his/hers jobs” in our house. We have a really easy baby, but it’s not easy managing any baby, a house, a dog, and two full-time jobs. We survived (and truly loved) the first year, and there’s no one I’d rather have by my side to wrestle couch pillows from the jaws of the beast while sweeping the floor free of Cheerios as I hunt down those GD princesses and sign over another chunk of what was previously known as the vacation fund to the daycare.
To celebrate, we threw a party for our family and friends on Labor Day weekend. I have a love/hate relationship with parties at my house. I love planning, decorating, and cooking, but I hate cleaning, cleaning and cleaning. Especially for outside parties – you have to clean outside and inside, and then pray it doesn’t rain. Which it did, hard, all morning for our party, leaving us 30 minutes to put up tents and decorate. But, we got it all done, the food was great (I had a lot of help) and I think everyone had a good time.
Emilia loved the attention. From the second we brought her outside, fresh from her nap and all dressed up, she soaked it all up. She was passed around all afternoon, played with her friends, ate lots of junk, and destroyed her cake.
Yes, that is a tattoo on my infant.
I made that! With fondant!
Yum. Nothing organic here!
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I truly can’t believe a year has gone by so quickly. It seems like a lifetime ago that I was in the hospital, exhausted and crying, convinced I’d never sleep again, because why does that baby cry every time I put her down?!?! Then home, trying to figure out how to hold a newborn, let a giant dog outside, and not hurt my incision going up and down stairs. Waking up in time for J to leave for work, but not until he left a grilled muffin and a cup of coffee on my nightstand. Buying every swaddle and nursing accessory imaginable, hoping something would help either situation. Crying (again, there was a lot of crying) at the pediatricians because she was losing weight instead of gaining. Finally getting in a routine, finally getting some sleep, finally not crying every other hour. And just settling in to life, our new life, as a family, learning to take care of each other the best we could. And looking forward to whatever life brings us next.